This second installment in the Gallagher Girls (school for spies) series sees Cammie recovering from the aftermath of her relationship from the first book. She is back at school, and even her broken-hearted distraction is not enough to hide the fact that something strange is going on at the school - something that her own mother, the headmistress, is keeping from her as well as all the other students.
Glad to have a mystery to keep her mind from other matters, Cammie sinks her teeth into this one, with the help of her fellow genius spy-student friends. In a school where the students learn dozens of languages, martial arts, and covert operations, the girls seem to have life fairly under control. But when a previously unconsidered element enters the equation, everyone is a bit flummoxed. Assassins? No problem. Bombs? No sweat. But boys? Not a clue.
It turns out that successfully dealing with matters of the heart entails more than analytical skills and a solid grounding in espionage skills. To add to Cammie's confusion, it seems that there are things about her father's disappearance that her mother is concealing from her.
I enjoyed this second book in the Gallagher Girls series, and it was an enjoyable one to listen to on CD. The series is lighthearted, funny and sweet, with a dash of suspense and romance to liven things up. While it does seem as though Cammie rather conveniently alternates between razor-sharp genius and completely idiotic teenager for the sake of the plot, the premise is such fun that it hardly seems to matter. Many unanswered questions are raised in this installment, so I imagine Cammie will be back in an intriguing sequel to this volume of the series. At least I certainly hope so!
Book in the Gallagher Girls series:
1. I'd Tell You I Love You, But then I'd Have to Kill You
2. Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy
Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy (#2 in the Gallagher Girls series) by Ally Carter; narrated by Renne Raudman (Brilliance Audio, 2007)
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