Meg of Mystery Mountain by Grace May North is a captivating story full of adventure and suspense. The author skillfully weaves together a tale of a brave young girl named Meg who must navigate the dangers of Mystery Mountain in order to uncover long-buried secrets.

The character development in this book is top-notch, with Meg coming across as a strong and resourceful protagonist who is not afraid to take risks in order to solve the mysteries that surround her. The supporting cast of characters is equally well-written, adding depth and complexity to the story.

The setting of Mystery Mountain is vividly described, with North's descriptive prose painting a vivid picture of the rugged landscape and the hidden dangers that lurk within it. The sense of atmosphere in this book is palpable, drawing the reader in and immersing them in Meg's world.

Overall, Meg of Mystery Mountain is a thrilling and engaging read that will appeal to fans of mystery and adventure stories. Grace May North has crafted a compelling tale that keeps readers on the edge of their seats until the very end.

Book Description:
Jane Abbott, tall, graceful and languidly beautiful, passed through the bevy of girls on the wharf below Highacres Seminary with scarcely a nod for any of them. Closely following her came three other girls, each carrying a satchel and wearing a tailored gown of the latest cut. Although Esther Ballard and Barbara Morris called gaily to many of their friends, it was around Marion Starr that all of the girls crowded until her passage way to the small boat, even then getting up steam, was completely blocked. Jane, when she had crossed the gang plank, turned to find only Esther and Barbara at her side. A slight sneer curled her lips as she watched the adulation which Merry was receiving. Then, with a shrug of her slender shoulders that was more eloquent than words, the proud girl seated herself in one of the reclining deck chairs and imperiously motioned her friends to do likewise. “It’s so silly of Merry to make such a fuss over all those girls. She’ll miss the boat if she doesn’t hurry.” Marion had evidently thought of the same thing, for she laughingly ran up the gang plank, her arms filled with candy boxes, boquets and magazines, gifts of her admiring friends. Depositing these on a chair, she leaned over the rail to call: “Good-bye, girls! Of course I’ll write to you, Sally, reams and reams; a sort of a round-robin letter to be sent to the whole crowd.”