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Rush for the Gold: Mystery at the Olympics

by John Feinstein

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Two teenaged aspiring journalists who are dating solve a mystery at the 2012 Olympic Games, while one simultaneously competes for a gold medal in swimming.
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  • Paperback
    $17.08
ISBN: 9780375871689
ANNOTATION:
Two teenaged aspiring journalists who are dating solve a mystery at the 2012 Olympic Games, while one simultaneously competes for a gold medal in swimming.

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Two teenaged aspiring journalists who are dating solve a mystery at the 2012 Olympic Games, while one simultaneously competes for a gold medal in swimming.

Publisher Description

Bestselling sportswriter and Edgar Award winner John Feinstein is back with another sports mystery featuring Stevie Thomas and Susan Carol Anderson—this one set at the summer Olympics in London. In this book, Susan Carol isn't a reporter—she's an Olympian, competing as a swimmer at her first Olympic games. Stevie is both proud and envious of her athletic prowess. And he's worried by the agents, sponsors, and media, all want to get up close and personal with her. But the more disturbing question is—how far might they go to ensure that America's newest Olympic darling wins gold? Sports novels abound, but Feinstein's books are all-stars. They combine sports action, high-stakes mysteries, and behind-the-scenes glimpses of big-time sporting events.

Author Biography

John Feinstein is the author of many bestselling books, including "A Good Walk Spoiled?"and "One on One."?He writes for the "Washington Post" and "Golf Digest" and is a regular contributor to the Golf Channel.

Review

Booklist, May 1, 2012: "As in his earlier books in the series, the popular Feinstein takes readers inside a major sports venue, supplies fascinating details, and serves up a satisfying mystery." Kirkus Reviews, April 1, 2012: "As is his wont, Feinstein salts the cast with real athletes and other figures from Michael Phelps to Bob Costas. He folds plenty of dramatic sports action as well as behind-the-scenes banter and personal and family conflict into a plot that moves smoothly to a suspenseful climax...A fast-paced caper."

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Booklist , May 1, 2012: "As in his earlier books in the series, the popular Feinstein takes readers inside a major sports venue, supplies fascinating details, and serves up a satisfying mystery." Kirkus Reviews , April 1, 2012: "As is his wont, Feinstein salts the cast with real athletes and other figures from Michael Phelps to Bob Costas. He folds plenty of dramatic sports action as well as behind-the-scenes banter and personal and family conflict into a plot that moves smoothly to a suspenseful climax...A fast-paced caper."

Excerpt from Book

1: THE MAKING OF A CHAMPION From somewhere off in the distance, Susan Carol Anderson thought she heard her father''s voice, which wasn''t possible because her head was underwater and she was searching for one last spark of energy to close the ten-meter gap between her and the wall. And yet, even though she knew she couldn''t possibly hear his voice this clearly, there it was again. "Susan Carol, sweetheart; are you listening?" She was in lane six in a swimming pool in Shanghai, China, and yet she kept hearing her dad''s voice, almost as if they were back home in Goldsboro, North Carolina, sitting in their living room. "Susan Carol, snap out of it." That''s when it hit her. She was sitting in her living room in Goldsboro. Shanghai was thousands of miles away and nine months in her past. She had drifted off into her own safe little world in the pool while her dad was talking to the three people seated across from her. And now her father was looking at her expectantly, which was a problem since she had no idea what he was expecting. Finally, the man seated directly across from her, whose name she remembered was Jeffrey Paul Scott--"call me J.P.," he had said, walking in the door--gave her a clue. "You don''t have to decide anything now, Susan Carol," he was saying in a soothing voice. "We just want you and your dad to have an idea of where this could all go. We aren''t in the business of trying to pitch fantasies; we try to tell people what to expect realistically. In your case, the sky''s the limit, but even if you don''t hit the sky, the bar is pretty high." Susan Carol nodded because that felt like it was the right thing to do. She looked back at the coffee table and all the brightly colored folders that J.P. and his two partners--William Arnold (she was to call him Bill) and Susie McArthur--had laid out in front of them. One was labeled Swimming Sponsors, another said Beauty Sponsors, a third said Teen Sponsors, and a fourth said modestly How Lightning Fast Will Make Susan Carol Anderson a Star. Maybe it was that one that had sent her spinning back in time to that amazing week in Shanghai last summer. She had gone to China hoping to swim the meet of her life. She never dreamed that succeeding would completely change her life. Her father was talking again. "Susan Carol, I think J.P., Bill, and Susie understand that this is a lot for a fifteen-year-old to digest in one evening," he said. "Actually, it''s a lot for a forty-six-year-old to digest in one evening." As if on cue, J.P., Bill, and Susie laughed as though her father was David Letterman and Jimmy Kimmel rolled into one. "Your dad''s right," Susie said. "All we really want to know is if any of this makes sense to you, and if not, what would make sense to you. Our job is to make sure you''re comfortable with all this." In that case, Susan Carol thought, please take your folders, and let me go back to being a fifteen-year-old girl who loves to swim and loves to be a sportswriter. She thought of something one of her heroes, Duke basketball coach Mike Krzyzewski, had said: "When you''re growing up, you train to be an athlete. Then you train to be a coach. But you never train to be a celebrity." She hadn''t trained to be a celebrity and, having had brushes with it in the past, had no real interest in it. But the dollar figures that the Lightning Fast trio had been throwing around were stunning. Even her father, who had some experience in the world of professional athletes, had been wide-eyed. Speedo was willing to guarantee $1 million for the first year, including a $500,000 signing bonus, with another four years open to negotiation depending on how she did in London. That didn''t include any of the performance bonuses written into the contract. Nike was interested and so was Dove. Not to mention Under Armour, the Disney Channel, and--this one she knew would make Stevie Thomas, her closest friend, gag--Seventeen magazine. The Andersons weren''t poor by any means. Susan Carol''s dad made a solid living as a minister at the local Episcopal church, and her mother made decent money teaching freshman English at Goldsboro High School. But being the second of four children, all of whom were absolutely going to college if their parents had their way, Susan Carol knew that every added dollar helped. Now the Lightning Fast people were sitting in front of them saying that she could sign her name to a piece of paper and take care of all four kids'' college tuitions--and perhaps a lot more. "I''m a little overwhelmed," she finally said when it felt as if everyone in the room had been staring at her for hours. "I mean, this is incredible, what you''re talking about. It just sounds too good to be true." "But it is true," J.P. said. "This is what these companies think about you and your potential. These are just starting points we''re talking about right now because we don''t want to get ahead of ourselves. If London goes well, that''s when that sky-high scenario kicks in." London, Susan Carol thought. My God, the London Olympics are less than five months away. The trials are less than--she almost gasped out loud at the thought--fifteen weeks away! How could all of this be happening so fast? A year ago the idea of making a national team was a fantasy. Now all this. The grown-ups were talking again--bonuses, roll-over deals, options. Her mind retreated to the pool; no, actually she was back a bit further in time.... It had been at a Grand Prix meet in Charlotte that she had gone from being a solid age-group swimmer to a national contender. She had expected to swim well in Charlotte. In fact, she had been fairly certain she was going to blow past her previous best times. Between the ages of fourteen and fifteen she had filled out and put a good deal more muscle on her body, going from a lean five-eleven and 135 pounds to a rock-solid six feet and 150. She was grateful that she''d only grown another inch but even happier knowing she now had the strength she needed to finish off a 200-meter butterfly. Even so, she had been stunned when she realized on the final length that she was not only ahead of her longtime nemesis, Becky Ausmus, but was pulling away from her. And she wasn''t dying. Even in her best 200-fly races in the past, her arms felt as if there were weights inside them as she got close to the flags. This time was different. Ten meters out, even though she could feel the pain of her effort from head to toe, she knew she wasn''t going to die, that the proverbial piano was landing on someone else''s back, not hers. When she hit the wall, she could hear shrieks coming from her teammates. Pushing her goggles up, she glanced at the electronic timing board and gasped in disbelief. The time next to her lane said 2:08.55. She looked around to see if it was possible that anyone else had somehow beaten her and their time had been recorded for her lane. No, that wasn''t it. She had never gone faster than 2:19.05 for a 200 in her life. She had been hoping with her new size and strength to break 2:15--which would have been huge. This was impossible--a drop of more than ten seconds? Still gasping, she looked up at her coach, Ed Brennan, who had the widest smile she had ever seen. "The time?" she managed to say. Ed held up his stopwatch. "It''s right," he said. "You beat Ausmus by almost five seconds. You might be going to the Worlds after that swim." It turned out he was right. Only one American swimmer, Teresa Crippen, had produced a time faster than hers in the past twelve months. Each country was allowed two swimmers per event in the Worlds, and Susan Carol''s swim in Charlotte qualified her as the second American in the 200 fly. Her 100-fly time in Charlotte, which had dropped almost four seconds from her previous best, didn''t earn a spot at the Worlds but did cause Ed to say something that stopped her cold. "If you keep going like this, there''s no reason you can''t make the Olympic team in both the 100 and the 200," he said. "You''re good enough if you really want to do it." Prior to Charlotte, Susan Carol''s goal had been to make the Olympic Trials. A trials swim would guarantee she''d be recruited by colleges. And her number one swimming goal had always been to get a college scholarship. Now she''d be going to the Olympic Trials and the World Championships. The trip to China had been a blur. Susan Carol knew almost nothing about Shanghai and was stunned when she Googled it and found it was almost twice the size of New York City, with a population of 14 million. The pool was an indoor facility--which was good because the temperature was close to ninety almost every day they were there. Frank Busch, who was coaching the American women, told her she had to conserve her strength in the heats and the semifinals. "You''ll only need to go about 2:12 or 2:13 in the heats," he said. "Anything under 2:10 should be enough in the semis. You''re going to have to swim the 200 fly three times in three days. I''m guessing you''ve never done that before." She''d done it twice in two days on occasion but never three times. Still, she knew she was in the best shape of her life. Ed had made her do a set of five 200s on three minutes'' rest in practice before she''d left. It had hurt--really hurt--but she had felt okay, even after the last one. And sure enough, she cruised through the heats and the semifinals, qualifying fourth with a time of 2:09.12. She was amazed how easy that swim felt. Easy! Liu Zige, the Chinese world record holder, had gone the

Product Details

Author
John Feinstein
Publisher
Yearling Books
Language
English
ISBN-10
0375871683
ISBN-13
9780375871689
Media
Book
Format
Paperback
Residence
Bethesda, MD, US
Year
2013
Publication Date
2013-05-14
Country of Publication
United States
Pages
314
Short Title
RUSH FOR THE GOLD
Audience Age
11-15
Subtitle
Mystery At The Olympics
Series
The Sports Beat
Audience
Children/Juvenile
Series Number
6