Last Message
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Adam's adventures start in Separated, part of The Seven Prequels and continue in Double You, part of The Seven Sequels.
Shane Peacock
Shane Peacock is an author, playwright, journalist and screenwriter, published in twenty languages in eighteen countries. He is a seven-time winner of the Junior Library Guild of America Selection, twice winner of the Arthur Ellis Award, and has been short-listed for the Kirkus Book of the Year, the Governor-General’s Award, three times for the TD Canadian Children’s Literature Award, and the Marilyn Baillie Picture Book prize. His young adult novels include the acclaimed Boy Sherlock Holmes series, the Dylan Maples Adventures, and The Dark Missions of Edgar Brim trilogy. He lives in Cobourg, ON with his wife, journalist Sophie Kneisel.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This book was very enlightening and a wonderful read that I couldn't put down until finished, that is aside from sleeping and eating! What is really cool is that this story is tied into 7 books "Seven the series" written by 7 different authors and about a Grandfather who in his will leaves his seven grandsons " Undertakings" or tasks to complete for him. These tasks are more than what they appear to be and in this book Adam McLean Murphy a 16 y.o. Grandson goes to France to begin his tasks and along the way learns a few life lessons...
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I received this book as an Early Review and I have to admit, I've never heard of this series of books. There are seven books in the series about seven different boys, all related, sent on different missions by their grandfather, if I understand right. But, you can read the books in any order you wish and it doesn't matter because they are all on their own journey.This one is about a boy from the States who has a girlfriend and secretly dreams of another, high school "hottie", and his grandfather and cousins are from Canada. He has always felt different and maybe a little "less than" his cousins and not being able to live up to his grandfather's expectations. His grandfather sends him to France, (with his parents close by) to complete his "mission" and finds he's not so different than the others or even other kids his age in general.The book was very easy to read, easy to get into, hard to put down, and I'm ready to read the rest of the books in the series.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Last Message, written by Shane Peacock, is a young adult fiction novel which is a part of a book series called Seven (the Series). The really interesting concept of this series is that seven books, written by seven different authors, are being released simultaneously and follow the tasks set before seven grandson's by their adventurous, deceased, Grandfather. My only complaint about this concept is that I wish that there were a granddaughter or two!Last Message involves an American grandson named Adam, who is a middle-of-the-road kind of guy. He's not the best at anything, but he does adequately well. Adam has always wanted to impress his Grandfather, so when his Grandfather's will asks him to go to France to complete three tasks, Adam sees this as a chance to prove himself 'worthy' of the McLean name. While in France, Adam learns more about himself and his Grandfather as he aims to complete all three tasks.I thought that Last Message was an entertaining and easy to read book. I enjoyed Adam having to learn how to adapt to a new and different culture all by himself and I thought that his Grandfather's letters about his time in France during WWII were great! For me, the Grandfather's letters may have been some of the more interesting parts of the book. My only gripe with this book was that I didn't find Adam, the main character, to be a very likeable person. He was shallow and never really seemed to grow as a person throughout the whole story. Aside from that, it was an entertaining read and I would be interested in checking out some of the other 6 books of the series.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This book exhibited a great idea for a story, however I felt that the author rushed the plot. The concept of a dead grandfather leaving his grandson tasks to complete after his death is certainly unique, but more plot development would have been appreciated.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I thought that this book was excellent! I liked the character of Adam. Just a nice normal kid, who has some adventures and misadventures that were totally believable. I loved how he was a good kid who made some "bad" choices. It just made me like him more.The book was well written and would hold the interest of middle school boys. I would say kids in grade 7 and 8 would like it best. Younger boys would like it too - but may not be interested in Adams thoughts on his girlfriend, the girl he daydreams about, or the interesting girl he meets in France. And after visiting France with a teenager myself last summer - I would say that Shane Peacock totally nailed it!I have a 13 year old daughter who I know would love this book - but I can't get her to read it as she looked at the cover and said it was "for boys". She read the back, and said "It looks like another 39 Clues". Then she walked away.I have been recommending this book (and it's series) to many of my friends since reading. And I look forward to reading others in the series.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Great adventure book! This writer reminds me of Haddix's "Among the -" series. I enjoyed how the main character goes on an adventure and a self discovery trip at the same time. I want to read all the books by Shane Peacock. Its a real page turner for girls and boys alike.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is the final book I read in the Seven series. The series' great claim is that the books do not have to be read in any specific order and I ended up with this one because Peacock was my favourite author from the seven presented. This was a satisfying book for me to end with, but generally it would not have mattered when I had read it throughout the series as it has no connection with the other stories. This is one of a handful of the books that delves deeply into the Grandfather's adventure quests for the grandson's, the Grandfather's past and brings another dimension to his personality which we have gradually gleaned from some of the books. This is the most dangerous quest any of the boys have been sent upon, they seem rather grandiose and could be life-threatening, if not illegal. Making for an adventurous read though. I had high hopes for this volume, what with Peacock as the author, but he strays from his usual writing style somewhat and while I enjoyed it immensely this is no "Boy Sherlock Holmes" nor did it become my favourite book of the Seven series.
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Last Message - Shane Peacock
SHANE PEACOCK
LAST
MESSAGE
ORCA BOOK PUBLISHERS
Copyright © 2012 Shane Peacock
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Peacock, Shane
Last Message [electronic resource]/Shane Peacock
Seven (the series)
Electonic monograph.
Issued also in print format
ISBN 978-1-55469-936-0 (pdf).-- ISBN 978-1-55469-937-7 (epub)
First published in the United States, 2012
Library of Congress Control Number: 2012938219
Summary: At the request of his late grandfather, Adam flies to France in order to perform three difficult tasks that involve a lost painting, a famous book and a forbidden cave.
Orca Book Publishers is dedicated to preserving the environment and has printed
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and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council
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Author photo by Kevin Kelly
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15 14 13 12 • 4 3 2 1
To Susan and Jackson Peacock,
best of friends
Go and look again at the roses.
—ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPÉRY,
THE LITTLE PRINCE
Contents
ONE
MATTERS OF CONSEQUENCE
TWO
SECRETS
THREE
TESTS
FOUR
THE FIRST ENVELOPE
FIVE
VANESSA ENCHANTED
SIX
IN THE AIR
SEVEN
REVELATION IN THE COUNTRYSIDE
EIGHT
MY MOMENT COMES
2
NINE
THE SECOND ENVELOPE
TEN
SEARCHING THE DEEPS
ELEVEN
MESSAGE FROM THE SEA
3
TWELVE
THE THIRD ENVELOPE
THIRTEEN
CASING THE CHAUVET
FOURTEEN
THE KEY TO THE CHAUVET
FIFTEEN
INTO THE GREAT CAVE
SIXTEEN
THE MEANING OF LIFE
LAST
SEVENTEEN
IN FLIGHT
EIGHTEEN
WAIT HERE
NINETEEN
A SIMPLE SECRET
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ONE
MATTERS OF CONSEQUENCE
He’ll never amount to much.
That’s what he said. In fact, it was the last thing he said about me.
I tried not to resent him as I sat with my mother and father in the gloomy, wood-paneled room in his lawyer’s office in Toronto, Canada, fifty floors up in the clouds. It wasn’t the appropriate time to resent him, not at all. I very much doubted that anyone else in the room had even remotely similar feelings. He was dead, after all, freshly flown off on his final adventure into the skies, so fit and with it
that we were all shocked to hear of his death…at age ninety-two.
My aunts, one uncle and five cousins—most of the McLean family, in fact—were gathered around too, restless in big leather chairs. I assumed they were thinking about how great he had been. They were right. I held my bottom lip tightly, though I think it was quivering a little. All three of my aunts had Kleenex in hand, and their faces were pretty red. My Uncle Jerry sat stoically, his mouth in a straight line, and my cousins, all boys, were looking down at the floor or up at the ceiling, not making eye contact with anyone, likely deathly afraid they might start to cry. Even DJ, the oldest grandson (actually only a few minutes older than his twin Steve, but much more mature) who liked to think of himself as kind of the leader of our generation, seemed a little shaky. I think Canadians are a bit wimpy anyway, despite what they can do on the ice.
Mom and Dad looked different. They’re really strong people, just like Grandpa, and it showed in their faces. We were the American branch of the family, maybe that was why. We had converted Mom, who was born up here. She was her father’s favorite; everyone knew that, so you’d think she’d be the most upset. But you wouldn’t know it if you saw her today. She was holding herself together, looking as calm as I’m sure Grandpa was (Canadian, but no wimp) when he flew one of his missions over France, or as Dad looked the day he landed his American Airlines Airbus at Kennedy Airport on one engine, with three hundred passengers on board.
The blinds were drawn in the room, keeping the bright Canadian morning out. Other than the odd sniffle, no one was saying anything. An old, upright clock ticked loudly in a corner.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t sad. I was. And it wasn’t that I didn’t love my grandfather. I definitely did. I knew I would miss him hugely, we all would. You’d have to be a robot not to. But I just wished he hadn’t said that about me. And I wished it wasn’t the last thing I heard out of his mouth. I had enough issues without that…though I think I’ve hidden them pretty well.
The McLean family was used to getting together for much happier occasions. Grandpa was always the center of things, even when he was really old… just like today, when you think of it. He never shut up and he never stopped moving. He had a story for and about everything and anything, and they were always well told. But then again, he had a lot to work with—if you wanted to know about being shot at over Nazi-occupied France, sky-high adventures in Iceland, or flying dangerous sorties in Eastern Africa, he was your guy.
I remember the last time we were all in one place, just last summer up near his cottage in the Muskoka Lakes district in the province of Ontario, where lots of movie stars had huge holiday homes. I heard Tom Cruise had property up that way, and (of course) loads of hockey stars summered in those parts too. The cottage was a special McLean place, and we’d had all kinds of fun there over the years. But the highlight for just about everyone but me was the day a few years back when we met in a field near the lake so Grandpa could fly his airplane in and take his grandsons up for a ride. It was one of the last times he flew—one of the final missions in his incredible career. I, uh, remember it all too well.
I threw up. Barfed all over the inside of his precious big bird. And, of course, I was the only one who performed that particular sacrilege. I think I covered up well though—said I hadn’t been feeling the best all day. I could be wrong, but it seemed like all the other guys aced the thing with flying colors (so to speak). I came down as white as the door of his plane.
Problem is, it isn’t supposed to be that way with me. That was why that He’ll never amount to much
thing was really hard to deal with. I’m the son of his favorite daughter; I was given his second name; I was the one he flew all night to see in Buffalo on the day I was born (which just happened to be his birthday too); I’m the one about whom he whispered to Mom, This one is precious.
It would be different if I were a loser. But I’m not. I’m on the football team and the hockey team (ready for my Canuck cousins at the rink any day), and I’ve got a nice-looking girlfriend. My marks are okay too. But that’s the problem. Okay. Everything is just okay with me—strong safety in football, not quarterback; fifth in scoring in hockey, not first; barely on the Honor Roll, not top of the class. And the girl I really want—the one all of us guys at McKinley High want—the goddess Vanessa, with that killer body and blond hair that seems to blow in the wind even when she is just standing at her locker, barely knows I exist. I sometimes feel guilty about my interest in her, since it’s probably just about looks and because everyone wants her. I know I can be insecure sometimes, and it makes me act like a jerk. But I feel like I have so much to live up to. I’m tall for my age and have Grandpa’s dark looks, so I have something to work with. You’d think I’d do better. I’m Adam McLean Murphy, grandson of a legendary war hero, son of John Murphy, the famous airline pilot and decorated Gulf War hero, and Victoria McLean, who ran the 400 meters for Canada in the Olympics and made her father proud. And I’m just okay.
In my opinion, that isn’t good enough.
He’ll never amount to much. As usual, Grandpa was right on the money. If he’d said that when I was ten or twelve, that would have been different, but it was just last month, last bloody month. I’ve only got a couple of years of high school left! It feels like the die has been cast.
The door opened and in came Grandpa’s lawyer, dressed in a very unfashionable suit and tie. It looked like he’d bought it at a Target store or some Canadian equivalent.
Good afternoon,
he said with a forced smile. It was quickly obvious that he had been under David McLean’s spell too. He began by mumbling something about it being a sad day and how much he had revered Grandpa and couldn’t believe he was dead, despite Grandpa being a lot older. It was as if he figured the great man would live forever.
Actually, he will live forever, I thought, up there in the sky, looming over us all like a giant shadow.
His funeral had been very difficult. Everyone was really broken up. It was so hard to believe that he was lying there in that open coffin, actually still for more than a second. I could barely look at him. I was overwhelmed with both sadness and anger. It wasn’t a good scene…inside my head.
The lawyer started droning on in legal terms about Grandpa’s will. Blah, blah, blah. I just wanted to get out of there and move on—all of this stuff was for our parents’ benefit. And I was still feeling too guilty about not being sad, or at least, not sad enough. I wanted to wrap this up.
But on and on he went, speaking about assets
being liquidated and dispersed to the heirs.
Big surprise! If I hadn’t been packed full of conflicting feelings, I would have fallen asleep. I began thinking about Vanessa: those tight jeans she wears, those form-fitting sweaters.
But then the lawyer actually said something interesting. He stopped for a moment before he said it, as if he had a momentous message to convey. It got my attention.
A sum of money,
he said, his voice dropping lower, "a rather substantial sum, has been put aside to fund an undertaking…or I should say, seven undertakings."
Seven undertakings? There are seven aunts and uncles, including Webb’s stepdad, who wasn’t here. The twins’ dad had died a long time ago.
But there was something about the way he said it. He’d raised his eyebrows and emphasized the word. But why would Grandpa fund some sort of mysterious project for each of his daughters and sons-in-law? Wouldn’t it be better to do it by family—the four families? Why would Dad, for example, take on one thing and Mom another? It didn’t make much sense. And what could these undertakings (which sounded like something funeral directors did) possibly be? Something strange was going on; Grandpa had something up his sleeve. I looked around at my cousins. There were six of us, not seven—five Canucks and a Yankee.
This is without a doubt one of the most unusual clauses that I have ever been asked to put in a will.
The lawyer shook his head and smiled.
Now he had my full attention.
But then he said he couldn’t share the details with everyone. It seemed like a polite way of telling the grandchildren that secrets were going to be kept from us. There was an eruption of protest. The lawyer tried to silence everyone by continuing to speak. But what he had to say didn’t help at all.
Some people will have to leave the room prior to the undertakings being read.
One cousin, good old Steve, snorted and began to make a bigger fuss. That was when the rest of my cousins—Webb, Spencer, Bunny (I know, it’s a lame name, but he’s a weirdo and he likes it, and I might too, if my name was Bernard) and even the holier-than-the-rest-of-us DJ—started complaining more too. At first there were just a few comments; then things got louder and all hell broke loose. They really gave it to the lawyer about not going anywhere.
The parents didn’t help. As they tried to calm their kids, they muttered a few things about this not making sense.
But not my parents: Mom and Dad were the only ones who didn’t offer any sort of protest. They were often the best-behaved people in any room, and usually the best-looking too. It really ticked me off.
I wished I was as relaxed as them. My stomach was churning. Something about this had begun to worry me, really worry me. I looked at the lawyer and saw his eyes twinkling. I had a distinct feeling that this wasn’t what it seemed. Our grandfather was pulling strings—again—and we were all about to be surprised, big-time.
"I need to have everyone except the six grandsons," said the lawyer with a pause and a barely detectable smile,