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    Silent Night 2
    Silent Night 2
    Silent Night 2
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    Silent Night 2

    By R.l. Stine

    3.5/5

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    Reva Dalby promised to be nicer after last year’s horrors. But a rich, spoiled girl like Reva always thinks she can have anything—or anyone—she wants, and never pay. This year, however, Santa is bringing Reva a little holiday terror.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSimon Pulse
    Release dateDec 18, 2012
    ISBN9781442487802
    Silent Night 2
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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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    • 3/5
      A quick read. I appreciated that the story wasn’t a rehash of the first book. The blurb on the back is misleading. The main plot is about a couple of people planning to kidnap Reva for a ransom. The back makes it sound like a psycho killer is after her.
    • 3/5
      This sequel is worth skipping. The original is good, but the second is a poor rehash of the EXACT same story. I would have liked to see a different type of antagonist in this follow-up, because "poor kids driven to violent crime" felt hard to believe a second time around.
    • 4/5
      Review by: Maria

      Reva Dalby is a teenager that doesn’t listen to anyone much. She’s young and beautiful. When Reva was putting her lipstick on, she felt that she cut herself with a needle inside her lipstick. Reva doesn’t know who and why that person put a needle in her lipstick. Then she started to work at her father’s store called Dalby Department Store. The problem is that someone wanted to scare Reva. Then at the middle of the book three teenagers wanted to rob the store of Reva’s dad. Someone name Mitch was blackmailing Clay, Pam, and Mickey. Mr. Wakely (Mickey’s father) was the one that killed Mitch and the security guard.
      My favorite part of the book is that Reva is helping her dad, so she can get some money. My least favorite part is when Reva is being mean to her own cousin, Pam, because Reva doesn’t want Pam work where Reva is.
      I recommend this book probably for young adults because it has robbery, murder, and probably some drama. This book would appeal to teenagers because when you read it, it sounds more like teenagers. The language in this book doesn’t have much violence.
      For the book I’ll give it a 4 for the rating because I like the book, but I don’t like when someone betrays her/ his cousin.

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    • 4/5
      Reva is a mean girl. She is rich and likes to play mean tricks on other people. She has been this way since her mother died. Over the Christmas holiday she is working at her father's department store. She is really not into it and then someone starts playing mean tricks on her. But more is going on at the store and one of the security guards is murdered.

      This one was pretty good. It is not paranormal at all. The mystery is pretty good and it did surprise me a couple of times. Good for tweens and teens who like a creepy mystery.
    • 1/5
      Possible Spoiler Alert:

      As in the third one (and I'm sure in the second when I reread this), Reva is a character I really want to actually die. Her tiny bit of backstory does not make up for her nastiness, and she's one of the few characters I actually remembered- for being so awful. I didn't guess the ending to this one, and I was actually surprised that Robb was Foxxy.

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    Contents

    Part One: A Kidnapping

    Chapter 1: Holiday Plans

    Chapter 2: Reva is Captured

    Chapter 3: Grabbed

    Chapter 4: Reva is Afraid

    Chapter 5: Grab her Before She Wakes Up

    Chapter 6: Down, Boy!

    Chapter 7: A Piece of Cake

    Chapter 8: Sirens

    Chapter 9: A Few Small Problems

    Chapter 10: The Police Move In

    Chapter 11: He’ll Get us all Killed

    Chapter 12: Counter Attack

    Chapter 13: Let’s Just Kill Her

    Chapter 14: Messed Up

    Chapter 15: Diane Gets Nervous

    Chapter 16: Danny Loses Control

    Chapter 17: Gotcha!

    Chapter 18: Millionaires

    Chapter 19: A Slight Problem

    Chapter 20: Not Reva

    Part Two: Another Kidnapping

    Chapter 21: We have to Kill her

    Chapter 22: Killed

    Chapter 23: Footsteps

    Chapter 24: Who’s Watching Reva?

    Chapter 25: Big Surprise at Pam’s

    Chapter 26: Body Bags in the Trash Dump

    Chapter 27: Quiet as Death

    Chapter 28: Reva Gets a Break

    Chapter 29: One More Surprise for Reva

    Chapter 30: Pam’s Deal

    Chapter 31: No Escape

    Chapter 32: Falling Bodies

    Chapter 33: Bye-Bye

    Chapter 34: An Unwelcome Visitor

    Chapter 35: You’re Coming with me

    Chapter 36: A Scream

    Chapter 37: Silent Night

    About the Author

    PART ONE

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    A KIDNAPPING

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    Chapter 1

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    HOLIDAY PLANS

    Paul Nichols felt like killing someone.

    He tapped both hands against the steering wheel and waited for the light to change. The stoplight glared at him, reflecting his anger, until the icy street and snow-covered trees and bushes seemed to glow red through the clouded windshield. Angry red.

    The soft, familiar melody of Silent Night came on the radio, and he grabbed the dial and turned the music off with a bitter groan.

    Less than two weeks before Christmas, Paul thought, staring into the red glow of the traffic light. Cold air blew over his feet from the broken heater. Why did he even bother to turn it on?

    Nearly Christmas and he had no job. No money. No nothing.

    M-Merry Christmas to me, he muttered under his breath. His stammer was back. It always came back when he was angry or tense.

    The light changed. He floored the gas pedal, and the old Plymouth squealed into the intersection, the smooth tires spinning over the ice.

    He had to slow down as he reached the center of town. Waynesbridge was known as Christmas Town because of its lavish decorations, which included a brightly decorated Christmas tree on every corner of Main Street.

    The shimmering lights only darkened Paul’s mood. He slowed to a stop, allowing a family of four to cross the street. They were smiling, their faces red beneath their wool ski caps. The two kids were pointing to the window of Toy Village, the big toy store on the corner.

    Watching the father take the little boy’s hand as they crossed, Paul thought of his family. Christmas was supposed to be a family time, after all.

    But not for Paul. He hadn’t seen his parents since he was sixteen, two years earlier. Not since he had dropped out of Waynesbridge High in his junior year.

    Hope they have a r-rotten Christmas, he muttered, squeezing the steering wheel harder until both hands ached.

    A few minutes later he parked the car at the curb in front of his apartment building and climbed out. The late-afternoon sky was scarlet, the red ball of a sun lowering behind the two-story brick building. Paul’s sneakers crunched over the small piles of hard, dirty snow as he jogged around to the back.

    The metal stairs clanged beneath him as he made his way to his apartment on the second floor. Shivering beneath his brown leather bomber jacket, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

    Hey—! Diane Morris glanced up in surprise. She made no attempt to rise from the green vinyl couch.

    Paul’s expression remained blank. Diane, you here?

    She let the copy of People drop from her hand. Yeah. You don’t mind, do you, Pres? My mom and dad—they’re tearing into each other, for a change. They’re both so drunk, it’s disgusting. I couldn’t stay there.

    Paul grunted in reply. He tossed his jacket onto a chair and crossed the small room. An open bag of potato chips lay on the counter that separated the living room from the narrow kitchenette. He picked it up and stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth.

    Did you get the job, Pres? Diane asked, sitting up.

    He shook his head.

    Her hopeful expression faded. She lowered her eyes to the floor. What about the one at Pick and Pay?

    I’m not going to deliver groceries! he exploded, slamming the potato chip bag down on the counter. I’m n-not a delivery boy!

    Okay. Okay, Pres, she replied softly. She crossed the room to give him a long, tender kiss. He pulled away impatiently, turning his back on her.

    Pres? Diane pretended to be hurt. She had been going with him for three years. She was used to his outbursts. Let me see your sneer, she asked, teasing. Come on. Let me see it.

    He could never stay angry at her. He curled his lip and turned, giving her his best sneer.

    Diane called him Pres because he reminded her of Elvis Presley. He had the same straight black hair, which he wore with long sideburns. He had Elvis Presley’s dark, romantic eyes. And he had the Elvis sneer, which she had once caught him practicing in front of a mirror.

    She laughed. You could be a star, Pres. You really could.

    You’re really stupid, Diane. He said it with a smile.

    Yeah. Because I hang around with you, she shot back. She stuck her tongue out at him.

    Diane rubbed her skinny arms through the thin pink sweater she wore over straight-legged black denim jeans. The light from the table lamp caught her white-blond hair, tied back with a pink band. The black roots formed a dark, jagged line along her forehead.

    She studied Paul with her gray-blue eyes, her best feature. Before she had become a blonde, she had always thought of herself as mousy and plain. She was especially self-conscious about her two front teeth, which poked out. She hated it when Pres called her Rabbit. He did it only when he wanted to annoy her.

    Diane was seventeen, a year younger than Pres. She had graduated from Waynesbridge High the previous June with a solid C average. She could have gotten better grades, but it was impossible to study at home since her parents were always drunk, always fighting. She spent most of her time at Pres’s shabby apartment.

    She hadn’t been able to find a job either.

    Oh, sigh, she declared, shaking her head. She dropped down on the couch. The vinyl cushion made a loud whoosh. She raised her eyes to his. "Now what are we going to do? Did you see any other ads in the paper?"

    Pres shook his head. He carried the bag of potato chips over to the couch and sat down next to her. He stared at the bag as if studying it.

    Well, we’re broke, Diane continued. She poked him in the ribs. How are you going to buy that Jaguar you promised me?

    He sneered. Don’t make me laugh.

    Diane bent to pick up the magazine. I was just reading about a man and a woman who robbed an armored truck. You know, one of those little trucks that carries money from banks. They parked their car so that it blocked off the street and pretended to have a flat. When the armored truck stopped, they both pulled out automatic weapons. They got six million dollars.

    Pres shook his head. Wow. Good work!

    Maybe we could do that, Diane suggested seriously.

    Diane had fantasies that the two of them would become big-time criminals. She was always coming up with schemes in which they performed wild, daring robberies, just like in the movies, and got away with millions.

    At first Pres had thought she was joking, making up stories to amuse herself. After a while he realized that Diane was serious. She really believed they could get rich by pulling off a major crime.

    What have we got to lose? she asked. A familiar question. That’s what she always asked: What have we got to lose?

    Well, I’ve already lost one job, he replied bitterly, his fingers playing with a tear in the vinyl on the arm of the couch.

    Pres thought about the job he had for nearly two years at Dalby’s Department Store. Being a stockroom clerk wasn’t exactly a glamorous job. But the pay was enough to live on. And from time to time he had been able to steal some nice items—a leather bomber jacket, a watch, a portable TV.

    Not a bad job at all.

    But then one of the security guards had caught him with a portable cassette player under his jacket—and that was the end of the job.

    Pres had been taken to Robert Dalby himself. Dalby himself! Dalby liked to lecture employees caught stealing before he fired them.

    What a jerk!

    Pres had been so angry, he couldn’t even stammer out an excuse. Dalby’s face turned red, bright red. And Pres had to hold himself back, had to keep his hands stuffed tightly in his jeans pockets, had to fight off the impulse to grab Dalby by the throat, to strangle him with his own silk necktie.

    Pres hadn’t been able to find another job. It had been nearly three months. Three months of anger and rejection.

    Diane’s voice broke into his bitter thoughts. He realized she had been talking to him, but he hadn’t heard a word.

    So? she asked impatiently. Did you?

    Did I what? Pres asked. The potato chip bag was empty. He crinkled it into a ball and tossed it across the room.

    Did you scout out Dalby’s house? Diane demanded, her eyes narrowed at him, questioning him.

    Yeah, I checked it out, he told her.

    And?

    And it wouldn’t be hard to get in there, he said without enthusiasm.

    Really? Diane grabbed his hand and squeezed it excitedly.

    I saw one guard dog. That’s all, Pres told her.

    You really think we could get in? Diane

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