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    The Nightmare Room #4: Liar Liar
    The Nightmare Room #4: Liar Liar
    The Nightmare Room #4: Liar Liar
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    The Nightmare Room #4: Liar Liar

    By R.L. Stine

    3.5/5

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    That tall boy walking so confidently into the party is Ross Arthur. This isn't a surprise party, but Ross has a frightening shock in store. You see, standing across the room is Ross's identical twin. The problem? Ross doesn't have a twin. It looks as if tonight this party is being held in The Nightmare Room.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins
    Release dateOct 6, 2009
    ISBN9780061756986
    The Nightmare Room #4: Liar Liar
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    R.L. Stine

    R.L. Stine has more than 350 million English language books in print, plus international editions in 32 languages, making him one of the most popular children’s authors in history. Besides Goosebumps, R.L. Stine has written other series, including Fear Street, Rotten School, Mostly Ghostly, The Nightmare Room, and Dangerous Girls. R.L. Stine lives in New York with his wife, Jane, and his Cavalier King Charles spaniel, Minnie. Visit him online at rlstine.com.

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      Reviewed for queuemyreview.com; book release Dec08I’d never thought much about feminism and journalism until I read “Never Dare a Duke” by Gayle Callen. The heroine in her book dreams of ‘making a difference with words’ by openly becoming a journalist. Just another thing to enjoy about romance novels…I always learn something I never knew and then go looking for more information. What I learned is that mid-19th century women reporters were rare as hen’s teeth! And that made me appreciate this story’s hero even more.Abigail is desperate to save her family and prove her worth as a journalist. She’s been secretly writing articles for her father’s paper for a while now under an assumed name. When the editor lets her know that her father’s paper is in trouble, she decides to find ‘the story’ that will save her father’s paper; and what sells better than scandal? With the help of a friend, she decides to ferret out the hidden scandal of the Duke of Madingly—who is admired for his good works and good ton. What Abigail never counted on was developing feelings for the Duke. Who will she save, her family or her love?Christopher has learned to leash his desires and practice moderation in all things. Since the life-changing disaster of his youth, he has managed to mold himself into a paragon of dukedom and now it’s time to continue the journey and take a suitable wife. His mother’s house party should have been the perfect setting to spend time with his ’possibles’. So why can’t he keep his mind (not to mention his hands) off the mysterious, untrustworthy, and totally unsuitable Abigail?“Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.” Sir Walter Scott’s famous line kept running through my mind as I read this book. Even with the best of intentions, thoughtless actions always hurt. I was inclined to dislike Abigail because of her lack of concern for the consequences of her actions. But then I shook my head and realized…this is a light-hearted historical romance, and Abigail is younger and more innocent at twenty-five than most 15 year olds today! And sure enough, Callen did a good job of having Abigail gradually realize what her snooping could do…and who it could hurt. I appreciated the fact that Gayle Callen didn’t try to turn this plot into a moral tale as it would have been so easy to do. Instead she added a bit of humor and romance to turn what could have been a harsh blow into a delightful read. My only reservation is the light treatment of the thoughtlessness and consequences…which I just said I enjoyed! Maybe it was that dichotomy that was part of the tale’s attraction for me. Whatever it was, I did enjoy “Never Dare a Duke”, even if it won’t stay on my keeper shelf.
    • 2/5
      This is the fourth in the Nightmare Room Series and in this volume we meet Ross Arthur who has a bit of a problem with the truth...telling it, that is. Ross can't seem to stop himself from telling lies...and they aren't little one's either, he finds himself instinctually telling huge whoppers for no reason at all. It's not until he lies and winds up inviting two girls to the same party that this becomes a very real problem for him. Upon discovering his deception, the girls push him into the pool and after almost drowning, Ross finds himself in a place that is very familiar, yet different in subtle but important ways and where he seems to have a destructive touch that goes beyond a few lies. Will Ross be able to find his way home...to his REAL home or will he be doomed to disappear forever? You'll have to read to find out. I have to say that this was my least favorite of all this series so far. While the premise is interesting, it's not really horror to my way of thinking, It's more of a Sci-Fi/Thriller type story...with the exception of a bit of gore when Ross touches the boy on the street, there isn't really any true horrific elements to Liar, Liar. Also, I don't really identify with the main character at all. I mean sure, we've all told a lie...sometimes for not reason other than it seemed like a good idea at the time, but the main character is just a self-absorbed jerk who can't seem to see he has a great life and seems determined to continue to lie in self-serving and unnecessary ways. Additionally, while twisted and appropriate, I think, the ending was entirely predictable and has been seen before in this authors work. Overall, I give it a C+, its ok, but not good and miles away from great.

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    The Nightmare Room #4 - R.L. Stine

    When I was little, a kid told me that everyone has an exact double somewhere in the world. I told the kid he was crazy.

    I’m twelve now. And I just saw my exact double. Of course, I didn’t believe my eyes. He didn’t just look like me—he was me!

    I wasn’t staring into a mirror. I was staring at a boy with my face—my straight, brown hair, my blue eyes, my sort-of crooked smile. My FACE! My BODY! I was staring at ME! ME!

    I know, I know. I sound a little crazed.

    But you’d be crazed too if you had an exact double, and you didn’t know who he was or where he came from.

    I’m going to take a deep breath. That’s what my dad always tells me to do. Take a deep breath, Ross, he says.

    My dad is a studio exec—one of the bosses at Mango Pictures. He spends his day arguing with movie producers, directors, and movie stars. He says he takes about a million deep breaths a day. It helps keep him calm.

    So, I’m going to take a deep breath. And I’m going to start my story at the beginning. Or maybe a little before the beginning.

    By the way, I lied about the blue eyes.

    I don’t have blue eyes. Actually, they’re dark gray. Which is almost blue—right?

    I guess I’ll start my story at school. I go to Beverly Hills Middle School, which is only a few blocks from my house.

    I know what you’re thinking. I’m so lucky to have a dad in the movie business and live in a big house in Beverly Hills with a swimming pool and a tennis court, and our own screening room in the basement.

    You’re right. It’s lucky. I’m very lucky. But I still have problems. Lots of problems.

    The other morning Cindy Matson was my problem. I ran into Cindy in the hall between classes, and I could see she was really steamed. Her face was red, and she kept tugging at her black bangs, then clenching and unclenching her fists. Tense. Extremely tense.

    Ross—where were you? she asked, blocking my way.

    Cindy is taller than I am. She’s at least seven or eight feet tall. And she works out. She could be a stuntwoman for Xena: Warrior Princess. So I try to stay on her good side.

    Uh…where was I? I thought it might be safe to repeat the question.

    But Cindy exploded anyway. Remember? You were going to meet me? We were going to Urban Outfitters together yesterday afternoon?

    Yes, I know, I said. But you see… I had to think quickly. My tennis lesson got switched. Because my regular instructor hurt his hand. He was trying to open one of those cans of tennis balls. And his hand got stuck, and he sprained his wrist. Really. So my lesson got moved. And my racket was being restrung. So I had to go to the tennis shop on Wilshire and get a loaner.

    I stopped to breathe. Was she buying that excuse?

    No.

    "Ross, that is so not true, Cindy said, rolling her eyes. Your tennis lessons are on Saturday. Can’t you ever just tell the truth? You forgot about me—right? You just forgot."

    No way, I insisted. Actually, what happened was … the truth. The total truth. My dog got sick, and Mom asked me to help take him to the vet. And so I—

    When did you get a dog? Cindy interrupted.

    Huh? I stared at the floor, thinking hard. She was right. We don’t have a dog.

    Sometimes I work so hard on these stories, I mess up some of the details.

    Cindy rolled her eyes for about the thousandth time. You do remember that you’re going with me to Max’s pool party Friday night—don’t you?

    I had completely forgotten.

    Of course, I said. No way I’d forget that.

    The bell rang. We were both late for class.

    We turned and jogged off in different directions. I turned a corner—and bumped into Sharma Gregory.

    Sharma is tiny and blond and speaks in a mousy whisper. She is the anti-Cindy. She’s very pretty, and she’s a true brainiac. Last April she won a trip to Washington, D.C., because of an essay she wrote. (But she didn’t go because she was invited to a really cool Oscar party.)

    Hey, Ross— She pointed at me. Max’s party Friday night—right?

    I grinned at her. Yeah. For sure.

    Should I meet you there, or do you want to come over to my house first?

    Oh, wow. I’d also asked Sharma to go with me to the party!

    Why did I invite her? She’d let me copy off her chemistry test. So I thought I’d give her a break.

    Uh … I’ll meet you there, I said. I flashed her a thumbs-up and hurried into English class.

    I closed the classroom door carefully behind me and tiptoed to my seat. I hoped Miss Douglas wouldn’t notice I was late. Luckily, my seat is in the back row, so it’s easy to sneak in and out.

    Ross, you’re late, Miss Douglas called.

    Uh … yeah, I said, tugging my notebook from my backpack. Think fast, Ross. I had to stay late in Mr. Harrison’s class and … uh … help him return some books to the library. Mr. Harrison meant to give me a late pass, but he forgot.

    Miss Douglas nodded. I think she believed me.

    If you will all take out your essays, she said, straightening the books on her desk. She’s always lining up the things on her desk, making them perfectly straight.

    I’d like for some of you to share your essays with the class. Why don’t we start with you, Ross? She flashed me a toothy grin. Her gums show when she smiles.

    Uh … share my essay? I had to stall for time. Had to think fast.

    I started the essay last night. Well, actually, I started to think about starting the essay. But then WWF Smackdown came on. And by the time it was over, it was time to go to bed.

    Miss Douglas’s grin faded. Do you have your essay, Ross?

    Well, I wrote it, I told her. But it’s still in my computer. Because we had some kind of electrical backup or something at my house. And my printer blew up! Smoke was pouring out of it like a toaster. So I couldn’t print what I wrote. But I’m getting a new printer after school. So I’ll bring it in tomorrow.

    Good one, huh?

    At least, I thought it was good. But before I knew it, Miss Douglas swept down the aisle until she stood right over me.

    She gazed down at me sternly through her red-rimmed glasses. Ross, she said through gritted teeth. Listen to me. Be careful. If you keep this up, you may fail this course.

    I stared back at her. Keep what up? I asked.

    I hurried to my locker after school. Some guys wanted to hang out, but I couldn’t. I knew my dad was waiting outside to drive me to my acting class.

    Dad isn’t thrilled about my acting lessons. But Jerry Nadler, my teacher, is an old friend of Dad’s. And Jerry says I have talent. He says I look like a young Tom Cruise. And he thinks my crooked smile will make people remember me.

    I know I don’t have much chance of being a big movie star. A lot of movie stars come to my house, and they’re really awesome people. But I wouldn’t mind maybe acting in some commercials and making a lot of money.

    I started to toss stuff into my locker. But then I stopped and let out a groan. A brown envelope stuck out from the pile of books on the floor. My dad had asked me to mail it for him two days ago, but I forgot.

    I’ll mail it tomorrow, I decided. I slammed the locker shut

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