I eagerly turned the page, knowing that death threatened the Hardy Boys. But I knew and believed, resourceful and ingenious to the core, they would find a way out. My own imagination and resourcefulness raced to beat them there, to finding an inescapable escape from this current predicament.
Alive with excitement and possibility, aware my plan might not come to me in time, or the Hardy Boys might actually die this time and there would be no subsequent books, I trusted for the answer to appear.
My father, walking by, asked if I was just going to sit there and read, or if I was going to do something with my life.
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