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FREE preview for Book Three in Trenton Lee Stewart's New York Times Bestselling series: THE MYSTERIOUS BENEDICT SOCIETY. Join the Mysterious Benedict Society as Reynie, Kate, Sticky, and Constance embark on a third adventure that threatens to force them apart from their families. PDF - The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemma. Reynie, Kate , Constance, and Sticky return for a third adventure. This time, the. The mysterious Benedict Society and the prisoner's dilemma. byTrenton Lee Stewart Borrow this book to access EPUB and PDF files.

He was locked inside an uncomfortably warm room, and the only way out was to make an unpleasant decision. Worse, locked in the room with him and none too happy about it was a particularly outspoken four-yearold named Constance Contraire, who from the outset of their connement had been reciting ill-tempered poems to express her displeasure. Reynie, though three times Constances age and probably fty times as patient, was beginning to feel. He had the hot room and the cranky girl to endure. Constance couldnt possibly want out more than he did. The problem was what it would cost.

Plugg, a tough, stocky guard who had been walking about on the frost-covered grass to keep warm. Afternoon, children, Ms. Plugg said, nodding as they came down the steps. She had an oddly large and rectangular head, rather like a cinder block, and when she nodded Reynie always had the disquieting impression that it was sliding off her shoulders. Im sorry, I forget your name. Plugg, snapping her ngers. Good afternoon, Sticky. I promise I wont forget again.

Yielding the yard to the children, she took up a watchful position at the top of the steps, where Sticky, unfortunately, could hear her mumbling quietly to herself, Sticky. Always ddles with his glasses. Okay, ddlesticks. Ill remember that. Stickys stomach uttered disagreeably as he walked away from the steps.

The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemma

He had grown so used to being with his friends, he felt somehow caught off balance and deeply embarrassed overhearing a strangers observations about him. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, watching it rise as vapor in the cold air, Sticky made a spontaneous, private decision.

Kate, meanwhile, had been about to put down her bucket, but Reynie caught her arm. Dont start tumbling just yet,. His look wasnt lost on any of them. Sticky and Constance glanced furtively over their shoulders, and Kates eyes narrowed as she rebelted her bucket to her hip, opening the ip top for quicker access to its contents.

They all fell into step with Reynie as he set off around the yard. No one spoke. The only sound was the crunch of their footsteps on the frozen grass. The yard was enclosed by a prickly hedge, behind which stood a tall iron fence with sharp points at the top of each paling.

At the back of the yard Reynie stood on his tiptoes to see over the hedge, and through the fence, into the quiet lane beyond. Something had obviously spooked him. Guess what? Bane wasnt here on the last errand day, either. First we moped around in the courtyard, and then we came back here to play kickball. Constance shrugged.

Banes never here on errand day. Kate gasped in disbelief. And you didnt see t to mention that? I never thought about it! I never even Shh! Its okay, Constance. We all have a lot on our minds.

But if what you say is true Its true, all right, said Sticky, already reaching for his polishing cloth. He caught himself, scratched his chest instead,. I should have noticed it myself. Banes been off duty every single time. Like I said! Constance snapped. But whats the big deal? The big deal is it cant be a coincidence, Reynie said. The guards work on a rotating schedule, with different days off each week.

Its not very likely errand day just happens to keep falling on Mr. Banes day off. Highly improbable, said Sticky, doing the numbers in his head. In fact What the boys mean to say, Kate interrupted, before Sticky could dive into an explanation of calculating odds, is that somethings going on. What do you think, Reynie? Benedict doesnt trust Mr. He doesnt want him to nd out about errand day?

Its already being kept secret from the house guards, Sticky pointed out. Why be extra careful with Mr. Maybe because Mr. Bane is extra nosy, Constance suggested. Maybe, Reynie said. But we should also consider the possibility that Mr. Bane does know about it. What if hes guring out when errand day is going to be, then arranging the duty schedule so that hes off? How could he nd out? Constance said. And why would he do that? Reynie shook his head. I dont know.

But it makes me awfully uneasy.

It made all of them uneasy, and for a moment they stood in silence, contemplating what Mr. Bane might be up to. Benedict was too shrewd to allow someone untrustworthy to guard the premises. You know what? If weve noticed this, you can bet Mr. Benedict has. He might even be the one behind it, right? So lets ask him later and stop worrying about it. Were wasting our fresh-air time! The others were less blithe than Kate, but she did have a point. So they agreed to drop the subject, and after some minutes of kicking a ball around they, too, began to shake off their misgivings.

They even managed to feign enthusiasm when Kate whistled Madge down from the eaves and urged them to stroke her feathers. Madge whose full name was Her Majesty the Queen was a talented bird, much attached to Kate and much smarter than most peregrine falcons, which Kate thought should endear her to everyone. The boys had pointed out as gently as they could that the raptors cruelly sharp beak and cold, predatory expression made her somewhat less than cuddly, and that perhaps people could be forgiven for maintaining a respectful distance.

But Kate had seemed hurt by this thought, so for her sake the boys tried to act fond of Madge and Constance, perhaps not to be left out, did the same. Today the three of them managed a few tentative feathertouches and false compliments before retreating to the steps, after which they felt remarkably better, for there is nothing like the fear of being raked by talons to take ones mind off other concerns.

And as they watched Kate and Madge. Kate would puff on her whistle, producing different sequences of high-pitched notes, and depending on the sequence Madge would either alight on Kates st now protected by a thick leather glove or else circle above the yard, hunting for strips of meat, which Kate took from a sealed pouch in her bucket and ung into the air.

Madge would stoop upon these tidbits with such astonishing speed and accuracy that her young spectators couldnt help but gasp and applaud and once or twice Ms. Plugg couldnt help but join in , and Kate beamed happily and made comical, exaggerated bows, doing her best not to seem overly proud.

Sitting there on the bottom step, with the sun just breaking out from a cloud and his friends even Constance all smiling and chatting good-naturedly, Reynie was suddenly struck by the thought that this curious imprisonment of theirs, however they might grumble about it, could very well prove to be the best time in their lives.

For who could say what would happen when all of this was over? Wasnt it possible, even probable, that their families would all go back to their former lives? Reynie felt an old, familiar ache. He instantly recognized it as loneliness or in this case anticipated loneliness and not for the rst time he lamented his too-vivid imagination. Too easily he imagined the pang he would feel the rst hundred times he ate breakfast without his friends without Kate chattering away much too energetically for that time of morning, without Sticky adjusting his spectacles and translating something from French, without Constance.

Too easily he imagined himself surrounded by strangers, trying to make new friends in some other place. You all right? Sticky asked, nudging him. Are you worrying about you know what? With a start, Reynie realized that he was staring off into the distance. He shook his head. No, just. Im ne, thanks. And he smiled to prove it, privately laughing at himself for being so gloomy.

Wasnt he here with his friends right now? What good did worrying do? At this very moment Sticky was sitting beside him on the step, recounting a study hed read on the potentially salubrious effects of daydreams on mental health, and below them Constance was attempting to retie her shoe with her mittens still on, and Kate was there in the yard, spinning with her arms out wide and gazing up at her falcon in the sky.

Reynie took a mental picture, and saved it. Watching quietly from the top of the steps, Ms. Plugg, like Reynie, was feeling a curious mix of emotions. She was impressed, charmed, and concerned all at once. In her two months at this job, she had never been on duty in the backyard when Kate worked with Madge. Like all of the guards, shed been aware of a falcon nesting high in the eaves, and had known that it belonged, more or less, to one of the children, but shed had no notion of the birds skill or the girls, for that matter nor of the obviously strong bond of friendship between the two.

And now from the bottom step she could hear the bespectacled boy what was his. Oh yes, ddlesticks could hear Sticky speaking like a scholar about some study hed read, and she observed his friend Reynie listening with actual interest and understanding as he tied the cranky little girls shoe for her. So charming was the scene that Ms. Plugg found it hard not to be distracted, which bothered her extremely, for Ms.

Plugg was a dutiful guard, and her duty, as she understood it, was to look out for strangers especially well-dressed men carrying briefcases and for any activity that might be deemed suspicious. Her duty was not to gawk at this ponytailed girl training a bird of prey, or to eavesdrop on the brainy conversation of these two boys all of which was certainly unusual activity, but none of it was suspicious.

Plugg was used to unusual. This house was an unusual house; this job an unusual job. For one thing, she had been told almost nothing about the houses residents. Their occupations and histories were a mystery to her, as well as to most if not quite all of the other guards. According to Ms. Pluggs superiors, the guards job was not to ask questions. Questions would be a waste of time, for most of the answers were highly classied and would not, therefore, be given.

Plugg and the other guards had been told only that the houses occupants were important, and that their importance was directly related to what was in the basement. As all the guards knew, what lay in the basement was a bank of large computers. The computers hummed almost imperceptibly, and night and day, week in and week out, they continued in their mysterious activity.

Ceaseless, rapid, extraordinarily complex activity. Although the guards most of them, that is had no way of knowing it, the computers.

The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemma by Trenton Lee Stewart

They were unusual, in other words, and guarding them was part of Ms. Pluggs unusual job. The climate-controlled basement in which the computers were situated was inaccessible except by way of a hidden stairway that originated inside the house. Once in a while, the guards had reason to descend briey into the basement, but they were under strict orders never to touch the computers or even to look at them too closely.

These orders were hardly necessary. If an enormous monster had lain sleeping in that dimly lit basement, a creature far more powerful and intelligent than any of the guards, why, nothing on earth could have induced them to risk waking it, and their instinctive feeling about the computers was much the same. The only person who ever touched the computers was Mr.

Benedict, whom Ms. Plugg, for her part, regarded as something like an amiable and perhaps half-foolish lion tamer entering the dreaded cage. The guards understood nothing of the workings and secret purposes of these computers. All they knew was that the computers served yet another machine, one that had come dangerously close to wreaking terrible havoc in the world and that in the hands of the wrong person it could do so again.

They had no notion of what this other machine looked like, or what it did, but more than a few of them including Ms.

Plugg imagined it as something huge, spidery, and sinister, with gleaming eyes and countless whirring blades and a shrieking cry like the wail of a buzz saw brought to metal.

Indeed, they suspected its appearance was even. They knew only that these computers were its heart and brain which must, for some unfathomable reason, be protected and preserved , and that in a locked and guarded chamber on the third oor, hidden behind a decorative screen, was a curious chair, and that this chair, too, was somehow linked to the terrible machine.

At least, this was what the guards thought they knew. The truth was that the chair was the machine itself. The guards imaginations had reached in the wrong direction a reasonable error, for their imaginations had little to guide them. The chair appeared simply to sit there, quiet and still, behind the decorative screen in that cozy chamber.

Doing nothing. Threatening nothing. With its curious red helmet attached to the seatback, the chair resembled an oldfashioned hair dryer an eccentric piece of furniture, certainly, but a harmless one.

This was the Whisperer. And for the moment, in the hands of Mr. Benedict, the Whisperer was harmless. Indeed, under Mr. Benedicts care the Whisperer had been made to seem as inoffensive as possible; it had even been made to do a certain amount of good. Unfortunately, despite Mr. Benedicts best efforts and intentions, the Whisperer was soon to pass from his care.

When it did, the fates of a great many people would once again be pulled along behind it, like leaves trailing in the wake of a speeding vehicle. And the very rst to be so affected and among the most important were these four children now enjoying the fresh air under the watchful eye of Ms. Sticky celebrated a housebound birthday, missing yet another optometrist appointment; the ever-exploring Kate discovered what she believed to be new nooks and crannies she wasnt entirely sure she knew what a cranny was ; Reynie learned a new chess opening and tried parting his hair on the opposite side; and Constance completed an epic poem about pig drool.

But none of these events counted as news, exactly, at least not the sort the children so earnestly wished for. There had been no word on Mr. Curtains whereabouts,. Nor were there any developments on the home front, for when the children had approached Mr. Benedict about Mr. Banes suspicious absences, he had said they were quite right to wonder about it but that he would be imprudent to speak of it further. And so they were left to speculate not only about Mr. Bane, but also about Mr. Benedicts reasons for maintaining silence on the matter.

Speculating grows wearisome eventually, however, and even secret society meetings lose appeal when theres nothing new to discuss especially when the members have already spent too much time together.

Time passed slowly for the children, therefore, with lessons every weekday, endless rounds of board games and cards, and never a foot set off the property.

Until one day, just as spring was mustering itself for another appearance, something nally happened. The day began normally enough, with newspapers after breakfast. As usual, Sticky blazed through all of them Mr. Benedict subscribed to several while Reynie and Kate traded sections of the Stonetown Times.

Whenever they nished a section they would pass it to Constance, who glanced at the headlines and drew mustaches and devil horns on people in the photographs. The children were allowed to linger over the papers as long as they wished, but they seldom lingered long, for the older ones looked forward to their exercises and lessons, which offered a welcome change of pace, and Constance ran out of pictures to deface. On this morning Sticky nished even more quickly than usual, then hustled off to nd Number Two, who was letting him use her computer to access the Stonetown Library cata-.

He was in the process of memorizing it, had already spent hours scrolling through the records, and today he hoped to nish. It had been tedious work, but it would make his future research more efcient, and Sticky was excited.

I would have thought Mr. Benedict had every book in the world, Kate had said when Sticky rst mentioned his project. The whole house is crammed with them. I know, said Sticky with an eager, appreciative look, and I still havent read half of them, but whenever Youve read half of them?

Kate cried, but Sticky was just gaining steam. Benedict doesnt have, theres nothing to do but request it from the library, right? And if the Stonetown Library system doesnt have it, then I have to ask for an inter-library loan, which means lling out a different form altogether.

So think of how much faster the process will be when I can skip the catalog and go straight to the appropriate form! Ill still have to wait until errand day to get the books, of course, but its much.

Naturally, said Kate, who hadnt really been listening. But let me just be clear youve read half the books in this house? This whole house? Well, approximately half, Sticky said. To be more accurate, I suppose Ive read more like his eyes went up as he calculated three-sevenths? Yes, three-sevenths.

Only three-sevenths? And here I was prepared to be impressed. After Sticky had gone out, Kate and Reynie discussed the newspaper articles they had read, almost all of which were. The citys government bureaucracy was terribly snarled, its budget a wreck. And what Kate and Reynie knew that most readers could not know because the information was still classied was that Ledroptha Curtain was much to blame.

I used to think the Emergency was boring to read about, Kate observed. But at least it was dramatic. This is just a tiresome mess. Sometimes I wonder if theyll ever get it straightened out. Reynie had wondered this himself.

After all, more than a year had passed since the Whisperer had stopped sending messages into the minds of the public no longer was Mr.

Curtain secretly creating the fearful, confused, desperate at mosphere known as the Emergency and according to Mr.

Benedict the mental effects of those messages had almost entirely disappeared. And yet Stonetown, one of the worlds most important cities, was having difculty paying its own bills and cleaning its own streets. Mental effects were one thing, Mr. Benedict had said, and practical effects quite another. Benedict says it could take a long time. He says its hard to x a problem when so few people know the cause.

Thats whats irritating about it, Kate said. The fact that its classied. I mean, even most of the people in the government dont know the truth. Milligan says some ofcials insist on keeping it secret. Its because theyre embarrassed, Constance put in, without glancing up from her work.

She was busy giving. They dont want people to know they were duped by Mr. Curtain just like everyone else. Reynie and Kate looked at her in surprise. Constance rarely paid attention to these newspaper conversations, and when she did it was usually to complain that theyd said the same things a thousand times.

Which was true enough, but they found it impolite of her to mention. I think youre probably right, Reynie said. But I also think Mr. Curtains spies might have something to do with it. They could be working to keep the information secret. I dont know what their motives would be, or even who any of them are, and Mr. Benedict wont ever talk to us about them. And why is that, Reynie? Constance asked, propping her chin on her hand and affecting a look of serious interest.

Now Reynie was really suspicious. But before he could ask Constance what she was up to, Miss Perumal entered the room carrying a le folder. She and Rhonda were the childrens primary instructors though all the adults pitched in from time to time , and as she approached the table, her expression was so determined and so resolutely cheerful that Reynie knew she must be coming to work with Constance. Or try to, anyway. Yesterday it had been Rhondas turn, and the day before that it had been Mrs.

Washingtons, and before that it had been Moochos. None had had the slightest bit of luck. Constance might labor for hours on tasks of her own choosing, but she positively detested any work assigned to her.

Right now Im discussing the newspaper with Reynie and Kate. A look of understanding passed between Reynie and Kate. Constance must have known Miss Perumal was coming down the hallway.

Is that so? Miss Perumal said, carefully keeping any hint of disbelief out of her tone. Thats lovely, Constance. But why dont we get these exercises over with? Benedict designed them especially for you, you know. Constance frowned. I dont care. Theyre boring. But you havent even looked at them, Miss Perumal said, passing a hand over her ne black hair as if to smooth it.

Reynie recognized this as a sign of impatience; hed often seen her do the same thing when disagreeing with her mother.

I think youll be surprised Constance made a gagging sound. Miss Perumal pressed her lips together. I thought we might do a craft project afterward, she said after a pause. Once youve nished the exercises, I could show you how to make a sugar-cube igloo. Constance looked at her out of the corners of her eyes.

You make the igloo out of. Why, yes, Miss Perumal said matter-of-factly. And you use cake frosting to serve as a sort of glue. You dont eat any of it, of course its just for fun. Bribery, Reynie muttered to Kate, who rolled her eyes. Except as permitted under the U. Copyright Act of , no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

First Paperback Edition: October First published in hardcover in October by Little, Brown and Company The characters and events portrayed in this book are ctitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. When an unexplained blackout engulfs Stonetown, Benedict Society members Reynie, Kate, Sticky, and Constance follow clues on an adventure that threatens to separate them from their families, friends, and even one another.

Adventure and adventures Fiction. Friendship Fiction. Schools Fiction. Science ction. Sudyka, Diana, ill. Join the Mysterious Benedict Society as Reynie, Kate, Sticky, and Constance embark on a third adventure that threatens to force them apart from their families, their friends, and even one another.

When an unexplained blackout engulfs Stonetown, the foursome must decipher clues to unravel a nefarious new plot. And this time, their search for answers will bring them closer to danger than ever before. Flag for inappropriate content. Tessa McMillan. Toggle navigation. Alternatively, you can download the file locally and open with any standalone PDF reader: Tessa McMillan Reading Level: Primary, Intermediate, Young adult Rating: Outstanding Genre: Adventure stories; Science fiction; Subject: Benedict's home.

The government officials from Stonetown want Mr. Benedict to give them the Whisperer, but Mr. Benedict wants to examine it before he turns it over. While the children's families are out of the house, members of Mr. Curtain's gang steal the Whisperer. But the bad guys have a few tricks up their sleeves, making everything much more scary and exciting! A standoff against the Ten Men does not end well this time.

The kids' out-of-the-box solution to the Prisoners Dilemma comes in handy against the cruel fiends, and they'll need all their quick thinking and swift action to help themselves and Milligan laughably underequipped as always out of the stickiest situations yet.

Jan 04, Alicia rated it did not like it. It just keeps getting more and more ridiculous. What do they bring to combat electricity shooting masochists? Yeah, I know, lame and their other tool. A boomerang. It's like a bad episode of MacGyver. What will you do? It's ok, I ju It just keeps getting more and more ridiculous.

It's ok, I just hand me your left earring, that shoelace and a piece of bubble gum. I'll have us out of here in 12 seconds" And then for some reason, the "baddens" keep leaving these children alone. Children who are geniuses, who have shown remarkable talent for escape and planning before. Why would someone do that? It reminds me of Austin Powers when this takes place: Scott Evil: Are you feeding him?

Why don't you just kill him? I have an even better idea. I'm going to place him in an easily escapable situation involving an overly elaborate and exotic death.

All right guard, begin the unnecessarily slow-moving dipping mechanism. Close the tank! Wait, aren't you even going to watch them? They could get away! No no no, I'm going to leave them alone and not actually witness them dying, I'm just gonna assume it all went to plan.

Scott, you just don't get it, do ya? You don't. Now, I must sound very violent to some people. But seriously. This book has so many holes and plot lines that just don't make sense. It angers me.

So, somebody take out the nasty violent children-attacking men. If I hear about one more electroshock, or welt on the head or split lip I'm going to call the publisher directly. Because I really have no more time for these shenanigans. I apologize if you liked these books.

I kept reading thinking they would get better. They never did. But maybe you will like them. The first part of the first book was the best. It was all downhill from there View all 6 comments. Oct 30, Ensiform rated it really liked it Shelves: In their third adventure, the Society and powerful machine known as the Whisperer are under heavy guard at Mr.

Benedict's house. The government wants the machine, as does the nasty Mr. Curtain, who is not above kidnapping the children to get it. As with the previous entries in this series, I enjoyed immensely the mi In their third adventure, the Society and powerful machine known as the Whisperer are under heavy guard at Mr.

As with the previous entries in this series, I enjoyed immensely the mind puzzles, the codes, the scenes of peril and adventure. There's truly something for every youthful reader to admire here: And as before, Steward fully realizes every character, giving Curtain and his bungling assistant S.

The sheer novelty has worn off, but this is another well-written, thoughtful, amusing adventure. I had to lay in bed for about an hour and stare at a wall because I was so sad it ended. Mar 23, R. Four and a half stars, actually. The wit so prevalent in the first book has diminished and is almost non-existent. The plot significantly improved from book 2. Even though I never quite figured out what exactly Mr. Curtain was planning maybe I was just reading too fast for my brain to register the necessary details , it still was good.

I mentioned that Milligan is amazing. Well, so is McCracken. Please don't scream in rage and horror. I will explain. They are both similar; calm in the middle of a pencil-throwing contest, and even making jokes. It's a bit understatement unnerving. What makes them so shockingly different is their drive: Milligan goes for justice while McCracken goes for money.

That's what makes one totally honorable and the other absolutely ignoble. I really like Mr. Curtain and S. Though it is rather strange.

By the way, I wasn't quite as annoyed when Connie developed telepathy as I was when she got the ultra-sensitive stuff in book 2. I love her poem about green plaid. I didn't laughed as much as Mr. Benedict, but then again, nobody can now that the nasty narcolepsy is gone. Ha, ha. Love it. Nov 27, Hafsa Sabira rated it it was ok. As much as I have enjoyed the first two novels in this series, I have felt exactly the opposite for this one.

I simply can't recognize the characters I fell in love with. They become different in this book. Memorizes library catalogues. Depelops sixth sense. Becomes The Flash. Becomes a mind reader. Even though many unexplained mysteries unfold in this novel, the rest is pretty much boring. The part till Constance's past being revealed was so dragged on that it took As much as I have enjoyed the first two novels in this series, I have felt exactly the opposite for this one. The part till Constance's past being revealed was so dragged on that it took me a week to get through these pages.

The children seemed to have lost their naturally magnificent ability and they act way beyond their characters. Even the adults were dully portrayed here. I became highly disapoined at the last instalment of my once favourite series.

I wish the characters were a bit more lively here and the storyline a bit stronger. It feels like home. A fun conclusion to this wonderful series. Jul 23, Hannah rated it it was ok. I was sadly disappointed by this book.

In book one and two all of the characters grow and mature in someway or another. However, in this final installment I felt that there was very little maturing at all. I loved Constance in the other books, her actions seemed appropriate for her age and she even grew up quite a bit. However, in this final book she's four years old and she acts like she is once again a two year old.

It would have been fine if he had left her age at three-I can fathom a three y I was sadly disappointed by this book. It would have been fine if he had left her age at three-I can fathom a three year old occasionally acting like a two year old or a four year old acting like a three year old-but when a child is young like that- two years at that age is a HUGE difference!

I felt that this book also focused too much on just Constance. The other characters seemed just thrown in there- an afterthought. The balance between the four of them is what attracted me to the books in the first place. I do not feel that this book should not have been titled the Mysterious Benedict Society- it should have been titled "Constance Contraire- and the people at her beck and call.

Giving her Mind Control seemed a like a terrible way to handle things. I liked the fact that she could figure out patterns of what was going to happen next in book two- it seemed like a feasible, realistic, and intelligent decision. I felt that giving a child like her mind control was a foolish idea- she already has enough demons to deal with ie her temper, laziness and impatience with out adding that on top of it. Giving her mind control villianized her, in more ways than one, first- Mr.

Stewart undermined one of the very important principles that was so highly elaborated upon in book one and two- freedom of thought and freedom from being controlled. So it was ok, for a willful four year old to use it to her advantage, but not Mr.

Curtain, our main villain? I'm not just talking about the Ice Cream incident- I'm referring to using it against her enemies as well. It defeated the whole mission of the Benedict Society. Another element that suffered, due to the lack of foresight on the part of the author, was the plot. Because Constance was given mind control it made their escapes a lot less ingenious and harrowing.

It was lazy and this book was rushed. Don't get me wrong- I loved the first two books. However, in my opinion the reader would be better off just reading the first two and imagining that our characters lived happily ever after, rather than read this sad excuse for a conclusion.

I will probably read the prequel though, given the enormous amount of talent that was obvious in the first two books. I think I actually liked this one the best. Stewart has definitely gotten better at keeping the story moving and avoiding the slow repetitious elements in the previous two books.

Either that, or he got assigned a better editor when the series became a huge success. Whichever it is, it earned him an extra star from me this time. The weakness of this book is in the predictability. There really isn't anything new to learn about our young foursome in this tale. They are taking the skills they have ma I think I actually liked this one the best. They are taking the skills they have mastered over the last 2 adventures, putting them fully to use, and succeeding where they have failed before.

And let's be clear, it is very much Constance's growth and the development of her special ability that pushes the team to this point. The others really haven't done anything - no growth, no change, no improvement - this makes them a bit dull.

It is as if they are only there to, quite literally, carry Constance around and make sure she gets where she needs to be, and does what she needs to do. Reyney comes up with the idea, Kate does all the physical stuff, and Sticky does any memorizing or pulling of obscure facts from out of no where. But without Constance and her gift, it would all have been for naught.

Keep in mind that I review this as an adult who enjoys reading along with her grade school children. This story is enjoyable, and my daughter looked forward to this 3rd and final installment. I think I wish I had found these a year ago. She had already proven herself capable of long-ish novels such as Harry Potter, but struggled when the story became more challenging and involved.

I was hoping these would fit the bill, but it is the opposite. These books are good ones to use to test if your child is ready for the more difficult and longer children's fiction. The stories are fairly simple, with few characters to keep track of, even if the first 2 drag in the middle. Feb 26, Linda rated it it was amazing.

The Mysterious Benedict Society is a society that consists of the smartest children: Reynie, Stickie, Constance and Kate. They are part of Mr. Benedict's secret society that stops his twin brother from creating trouble in the world.

In previous books, Mr.

The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemma

Benedict's brother, Mr. Leodroptha Curtain, created a horrible machine called, "The Whisperer. When you forget those memories, Mr. Curtain takes advantage of you and turns you bad. The poi The Mysterious Benedict Society is a society that consists of the smartest children: The point of this society is so that they can stop Mr. Curtain from using it.

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