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Nick and Tesla's Super-Cyborg Gadget Glove: A Mystery with a Blinking, Beeping, Voice-Recording Gadget Glove You Can Build Yourself Hardcover – Illustrated, October 7, 2014
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- Reading age9 - 12 years
- Print length272 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- Grade level4 - 7
- Lexile measure740L
- Dimensions5.28 x 0.93 x 7.32 inches
- PublisherQuirk Books
- Publication dateOctober 7, 2014
- ISBN-101594747296
- ISBN-13978-1594747298
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From School Library Journal
Review
Praise for Nick and Tesla’s High-Voltage Danger Lab
“Nick and Tesla’s High-Voltage Danger Lab has the perfect formula: Mega-watts of funny writing plus giga-hertz of hands-on science equals fun to the billionth power!”—Chris Grabenstein, New York Times best selling author of Escape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library
“Real project blueprints are included along with this tale of 11-year-old siblings who create outrageous contraptions and top-secret gadgets.”—Los Angeles Times
“...the combination of exciting elements and innovative DIY projects in action yields a guaranteed pager turner.”—ScienceBuddies.org
“[Nick and Tesla's High-Voltage Danger Lab is] a great way to show kids that problems can often be solved by applying a bit of creative energy with some tech know-how. And Nick and Tesla (and Uncle Newt) are the perfect companions for your young reader looking for some (safe) adventures.”—Geek Dad
“A mystery, adventure, and activity book all rolled into one entertaining story....Plenty of excitement, with science.”—Common Sense Media
“Part mystery, part mad science...the story will leave readers wondering what mayhem will be forthcoming.”—School Library Journal
“...a strong start...”—Publishers Weekly
“How do you connect students interested in STEM (science, technology, engineering, mathematics) with fiction reading? Look for science adventures. Get started with the NICK AND TESLA series. Each book contains an engaging adventure revolving around a “build-it-yourself” science project.”—Teacher Librarian
“Engaging characters and brisk plotting make this a fun and educational read.”—Jennifer Ouellette, author of The Calculus Diaries and The Physics of the Buffyverse
“A promising first offer in a series that offers plenty of appeal for middle-grade and middle school readers.”—Kirkus
“Suspenseful, funny, and loaded with do-it-yourself robots, rockets, and burglar alarms. Nick and Tesla are an unforgettable new detective team, sure to inspire an entirely new generation of scientists and readers. Can’t wait for the next book!”—Amy Herrick, author of The Time Fetch
“A book with action, adventure, mystery, humor -- and instructions on how to build rockets and robots. What more could young readers possibly want? 'Nick & Tesla' is a great book that will keep your kids enthralled with its intriguing story -- and inspire them with its clever science experiments. I can't wait for the further adventures of these fascinating characters.”—Stuart Gibbs, Edgar-nominated author of Spy School and Belly Up
“I love the book! It combines science, intrigue and great fiction together in a wild ride for the reader. Nothing tickles me more than seeing a story really charged up with science. And the projects are so much fun! More please!”—Lynn Brunelle, four-time Emmy Award–winning writer for “Bill Nye the Science Guy” and the author of Pop Bottle Science
“What kid wouldn't want to join Nick and Tesla and their wacky family? This is a great way for budding scientists to have fun while exploring the intricacies of physics, chemistry, and more--up close, personal, and hands-on!”—Jane Hammerslough, author of Owl Puke: The Book and Dino Poop: And Other Remarkable Remains of the Past
“Pflugfelder and Hockensmith debut a captivating series about crime-solving kid inventors in the spirit of Tom Swift and Alvin Fernald. But Nick and Tesla give us what their literary predecessors always omitted: blueprints for whiz-bang inventions that kids can actually build themselves (with some adult assistance). Electromagnets, tracking devices, rockets and the like. Hands-on science has never been so cool.”—Joseph D'Agnese, author of Blockhead: The Life of Fibonacci
About the Author
Steve Hockensmith is both a New York Times bestselling author (for Pride and Prejudice and Zombies: Dawn of the Dreadfuls) and a Best First Novel Edgar Award nominee (for his mystery Holmes on the Range). He has two young children and lives near San Francisco.
Scott Garrett is a UK-based freelance illustrator whose clients have included Vodafone, Nestle, VW, GQ, The Guardian, Los Angeles Times, Boston Globe, Business Week, Klutz Books, Faber & Faber and Random House. He lives by the sea in Hastings, East Sussex, with his family.
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Nick Holt turned and stared at her in surprise.
“It’s not here?” he asked Hiroko.
“Uncle Newt had it just a minute ago.”
Nick’s uncle Newt was hunched over Tesla’s hands, which lay palms up on the portable work bench in front of him.
“I did?” he said.
“Yeah. You had it tucked under your arm when you went to get a soda.” It was Tesla Holt, Nick’s twin sister, who answered this time. She said the words with her mouth, which was on her face, which was on her head. Which was attached to her neck.
Her arms still had hands on them, too.
Which meant it was the other Tesla in the room who was missing hands and a head. The animatronic Tesla, made to look like famous inventor Nikola Tesla. Of course, lacking his head and hands, he didn’t look much like Nikola Tesla at the moment.
“Uh-oh,” said Nick, whose full name was Nikola Copernicus Holt.
He and his twin sister, Tesla, each shared part of Nikola Tesla’s name thanks to a family tradition handed down to their father, Albert Einstein Holt, from his father, Thomas Edison Holt.
“Why uh-oh?” asked Uncle Newt, a.k.a. Newton Galileo Holt.
Nick and Tesla didn’t answer their uncle’s question. They were already bolting for the nearest exit.
They had a pretty good idea where animatronic Nikola Tesla’s head had ended up—and why it would be a really good idea to retrieve it as soon as possible.
“Do you realize,” Nick gasped to his sister as the two of them dashed toward the far end of the Hall of Science, “that we weren’t even supposed to be here today?” They passed Marie Curie sitting behind the wheel of one of the field hospital X-ray trucks she created to help wounded soldiers during World War I. “Uncle Newt and Hiroko finished their work two days ago.”
Which was true. Their uncle and his kinda-sorta girlfriend Hiroko Sakurai were both robotics experts, and they’d been hired to save the exhibition after delays and malfunctions resulted in the firing of the original designer. The day before yesterday it seemed as though the job was all wrapped up.
“Well,” Tesla said to her brother, “who did you expect the museum director to call this morning when she found out that Nikola Tesla’s head was loose?” The pair slowed a bit to loop around René Descartes, who was lying in bed looking up at the fly that would inspire him to create the Cartesian coordinate system. “Plus, Charles Darwin had fallen over and crushed that flock of blue-footed boobies.” She meant models of blue-footed boobies . . . blue-footed boobies being a species of seabird native to the South Pacific. “I mean, tonight’s the museum’s grand reopening!” Nick and Tesla skidded into a right turn past Percy Spencer, who was staring in wonderment at a glob of gooey chocolate, the first in the world to be melted by microwaves.
These were animatronic versions of famous scientists—manikins, basically, that were silent and motionless at the moment. But this very night they would move and speak thanks to computer-controlled mechanisms built inside them. Because tonight was the grand reopening of the Northern California Museum of Science, Industry, and Technology, which had been christened with a brand-new name: The X-Treme Learnasium. And the museum’s centerpiece would be the Hall of Genius, where visitors could see and hear lifelike animatronic recreations of history’s greatest thinkers.
Assuming the machines actually worked.
“I was hoping we’d be able to help,” Nick answered glumly. Up ahead was Albert Einstein, posed in front of a chalkboard and writing his famous equation E = mc2. Nick and Tesla both loved science and building things, but the animatronics were far too complex for them to work on. “All we’ve been able to do so far,” Nick continued as they rounded the Einstein display, “is sweep up booby feathers.”
The unmarked rear exit of the Hall of Science was hidden behind Einstein’s chalkboard. The duo
pushed open the door and burst through. “We are helping,” Tesla told Nick. “We’re going to rescue somebody from a heart attack.”
On the other side of the doorway Nick and Tesla found themselves in the bright, white-walled, maze-like corridors that connected the exhibit galleries with the museum’s offices, workshops, and storage rooms.
Tesla turned left, sprinted a few steps, and then suddenly spun on her heel and headed in the opposite direction.
“This way!” she said.
“Umm . . . ,” Nick replied as he followed her.
A scream echoed down the hall from somewhere behind them.
“You were right the first time,” Nick said.
Tesla whirled around again.
“Okay, then,” she said. “This way!”
A few seconds later, after a right turn, a left turn, and a quick turnaround at a dead end, Nick and Tesla finally made it to their destination: the museum’s small and cramped staff lunch room. There was just one table, and one counter, and one microwave, and one refrigerator.
And one woman, who was standing in front of the open fridge and staring down at something nestled between a six-pack of soda cans and some Tupperware.
The woman turned. “Nikola Tesla’s head,” she growled. “In the fridge, next to my tarragon chicken salad.”
“Wow, impressive! You recognized him!” Nick said, smiling feebly.
He didn’t get a smile in return, feeble or otherwise. Which didn’t come as a surprise.
The woman was Ellen Wharton-Wheeler, the museum’s chief curator. When Nick and Tesla met her briefly earlier that morning, her only response to Uncle Newt’s introduction had been a clipped “This isn’t an amusement park, no matter what certain people seem to think.”
“She’s not a fan of the Hall of Genius,” Hiroko had whispered as the woman stomped off.
“She doesn’t seem like a fan of people,” Nick had whispered back.
Now Ellen Wharton-Wheeler was frowning at Nick and Tesla as though they didn’t even qualify as people. She seemed to consider them more like cockroaches—nasty little intruders sullying her pristine and perfect world.
“Is this some kind of practical joke?” she snapped at the kids. She was a tall, husky, imposing woman.
And now she was holding the phony head of Nikola
Tesla as if she was about to pelt Nick and Tesla with it, dodgeball-style.
“Oh, no!” Nick replied. “It was just an accident!”
“Our uncle had it with him when he came to get a soda out of the refrigerator,” Tesla added. “And . . . well . . . he’s really forgetful. Last week he—” Tesla was about to describe the time Uncle Newt absentmindedly swapped a container of ice cream for a beaker of sulfuric acid, resulting in a freezer full of half-dissolved cardboard and liquefied Hot Pockets.
But before she could, two boys came charging into the room. One was short and slim, the other tall and beefy.
“Has it started? Has it started?” asked the bigger one. It was Nick and Tesla’s friend Silas.
The smaller of the two boys—their friend De-Marco—pointed at the head in Wharton-Wheeler’s hands.
“Whoa! You were right, Silas! They already had to kill one!”
“I told you it was just a matter of time,” Silas replied. Then he peered anxiously over his shoulder. “Are there more?”
“What is he talking about?” Wharton-Wheeler asked. She directed the question at Nick and Tesla, as if they’d suddenly been upgraded. Maybe they were cockroaches, but at least they weren’t crazy.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. This is all just a big misunderstanding,” Nick said because he really didn’t want to explain what Silas and DeMarco were talking about.
All day, Silas had been insisting that the animatronic figures in the Hall of Genius were robots.
Which meant that sooner or later, he believed, they’d do what robots inevitably do: rise up, destroy their human masters, and take over the world.
Silas read a lot of comic books. In fact, his father owned a comic-book store.
“If you’ll just give us the head,” Tesla said, “we’ll get out of your hair.”
Wharton-Wheeler squinted as if trying to decide whether they were pulling a prank. But after ten seconds or so, she seemed to decide she didn’t care.
She tossed Nikola Tesla’s head across the room.
“Oooh, yikes! Fragile!” Nick squeaked.
Fortunately, she was throwing the head into the outstretched arms of Tesla Holt, where it landed safe and sound.
“Go on,” Wharton-Wheeler said, “take that back to your uncle. At least Nikola Tesla will have a good head on his shoulders, even if no one else around here does.”
“What do you have against our uncle?” Tesla asked her.
It was then that the curator’s cold expression warmed, if just the teeniest bit. She still looked frosty, though.
“I don’t have anything against your uncle,” she said. “I wouldn’t even have anything against what he’s doing . . . if he were doing it at a county fair.
That’s a funhouse he’s working on. What used to be a serious, respectable museum is being turned into a tacky tourist trap, and I for one am not going to stand silently by while a once-great institution is—”
As she spoke the volume of her voice had been rising, rising, rising, but she cut herself off just before reaching shriek levels. Then she took a deep breath and patted down her short graying hair, even though it wasn’t mussed.
“Oh, well,” she continued, calmly. “At least my new exhibit is ready on time. Which means I don’t have to sit here eating chicken salad if I don’t want to. And suddenly, I don’t want to. I’m going out for lunch.”
She closed the refrigerator and started strutting so briskly toward the door that Silas and DeMarco had to jump out of the way or risk being bowled over.
“Wow, lady,” DeMarco said once she was gone. “Tell us what you really think.”
Silas shook his head. “How could anyone hate robots that much? They’re probably gonna destroy the human race and all, but they’re still cool.”
“Where have you two been?” Nick asked his friends. “You went to the bathroom half an hour
ago.”
DeMarco and Silas answered at the same time:
“We got lost we were exploring!”
Nick assumed they were both telling the truth—they probably got lost and then used that as an excuse to poke around. Silas and DeMarco weren’t as interested in science and gadgetry as Nick and Tesla were. They were more interested in finding innovative new uses for firecrackers and restaging ill-advised stunts they’d seen on YouTube. The two of them had only tagged along to the museum because DeMarco’s little sisters were making him miserable and Silas wanted a front-row seat for the beginning of what he called “Robo-geddon.” After a couple hours in the Hall of Genius with no robot rebellion to battle, the two boys had grown very, very bored.
“Well, don’t go wandering off again,” Nick lectured them. “Uncle Newt may have gotten permission for us to hang with him today, but certain people probably wouldn’t mind having us thrown out.”
“Oh? Like who?” asked Silas.
Nick jerked a thumb at the door. “Uh, like maybe the woman who was just ranting about Uncle
Newt’s ‘funhouse’?”
“Oh, yeah,” said Silas. “Her.”
“Come on,” Tesla said, starting toward the hall. “We’ve gotta get this head back to the Hall of Genius.”
She stepped out into the corridor and took a quick left.
“This way,” she said.
“Umm . . . ,” said Nick.
After a few more steps, Tesla turned around.
“Right,” she said. “This way.”
They continued for a bit and then Tesla led the boys around a corner, nearly walking right into another person.
“Whoa!” she blurted out, stopping suddenly in her tracks. She was hugging the Tesla head tightly so that it wouldn’t drop. Her sudden stop caused
Nick to nearly collide with her, which in turn caused DeMarco to nearly collide with Nick. Silas had been trailing farther behind, half-expecting they’d all have to change direction again, so he was in no danger of colliding with anyone.
When all the kids had regained their footing, they found themselves facing a squat, dark-haired, broad-chested man wearing a loose-fitting purple muscle shirt and acid-washed jeans. His arms and chest bulged with veiny muscles, which were so huge he looked like an overinflated balloon animal.
The museum, or at least the exhibition space, was mostly deserted while final preparations were being made for the reopening, so the kids had seen only a few people on the premises. None of them had looked anything like this guy.
The stranger gaped in disbelief at the head in Tesla’s hands, but only for a second. His confused expression quickly changed to one of glee.
“All right, punks,” he snarled through a barely suppressed smirk. “Drop the head, and nobody gets hurt!”
Product details
- Publisher : Quirk Books; Illustrated edition (October 7, 2014)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 272 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1594747296
- ISBN-13 : 978-1594747298
- Reading age : 9 - 12 years
- Lexile measure : 740L
- Grade level : 4 - 7
- Item Weight : 2.31 pounds
- Dimensions : 5.28 x 0.93 x 7.32 inches
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Steve Hockensmith’s first novel, the mystery/Western hybrid "Holmes on the Range," was a finalist for the Edgar, Shamus, Anthony and Dilys awards. He went on to write several sequels (with more on the way!) as well as the tarot-themed mystery "The White Magic Five and Dime" and the New York Times bestseller "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies: Dawn of the Dreadfuls." He also teamed up with educator “Science Bob” Pflugfelder to write the middle-grade mystery "Nick and Tesla and the High-Voltage Danger Lab" and its five sequels. Learn more about him and his writing at stevehockensmith.com.
Science Bob is an award winning teacher and television personality with a mission to share the amazing world of science. Through his website, television appearances, and now a series of books coauthored with Steve Hockensmith, Bob shows that science is fun, accessible, and inspiring. Bob has shared his love for science as a regular on Jimmy Kimmel Live, Live With Kelly & Michael, and the Dr. Oz Show.
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Nick and Tesla's Super-Cyborg Gadget Glove had everything I wanted in the last couple of books in the series. There was a lot of mystery. There was also some cheesiness, but it wasn't over the top like the last two books had been. The reader got to see more of Uncle Newt and Dr. Sakurai together, which I really loved. I hope that's a trend that continues in the rest of the books in the series. I just love them together. I also enjoyed that Uncle Newt took more responsibility with the kids. Instead of just ignoring them, or misunderstanding their problems like he usually does, he aactually helped them solve the problem. I thin he's turning into a great guardian.
One of the things that I really loved about Nick and Tesla's Super-Cyborg Gadget Glove is that the authors did the experiments/projects a little different this time around. Instead of having multiple small projects, they had one big one with the glove and just kept making improvements to it throughout the story. I thought that was unique and different, and really enjoyed it. By the end, the glove turned out to be really awesome. I thought about making one myself for my niece, and still might do it.
I think Nick and Tesla's Super-Cyborg Gadget Glove was my favorite book in the series so far. If not, it's tied with the first book for my favorite. I loved that this book brought back all of the joy I felt when reading the first book in the series. It was wonderful to see all of the character growth and development. Every character in this series has really matured in some way. I can't wait to read the next book in the series and find out what happens after what was revealed at the ending of this one.