Four seventh graders start a small business helping their local neighborhood spirits pass on to the other side in this supremely sweet and spooky story that’s “a perfect fit for fans of The Baby-Sitters Club series craving a haunted vibe” ( Booklist ). All Raveena wants is to bring back her school’s beloved arts program. It’s been six months since her music-loving grandmother passed, and four since Hollows’ Peak Middle School cut its entire arts budget. Now Raveena has no way to practice music, and worse, no way to honor Grandmama’s memory. But Raveena’s world turns on its head when she and her friends stumble upon an otherworldly discovery: an old-fashioned telephone with the ability to contact ghosts! With her newfound possession, Raveena devises the perfect plan to raise funds for the arts program: Spirit Service, an agency that guides deceased townspeople to the afterlife by reconnecting them with their living loved ones. The best part? There are tons of spirits in need of assistance—and people willing to pay big bucks to communicate with them. But not all spirits are interested in peacefully moving on… To keep their neighborhood safe, Raveena and her friends must dive into the history of their town and the mysterious phone, and in the process, uncover secrets that are much closer to home. PRAISE FOR SPIRIT SERVICE Named an Indigo Staff Pick of the Month “Fans of mystical mysteries, ghosts, and the supernatural will enjoy this series starter.” —School Library Journal “Canadian authors Sareena and Sasha Nanua have created an enjoyable story that thoughtfully explores the ways people process grief…This is an entertaining, tender-hearted read for middle graders who like their realistic fiction with a little zap of the paranormal.” —Bulletin of the Center of Children’s Books “A perfect fit for fans of the Baby-Sitters Club series craving a haunted vibe.” —Booklist “An entertainingly spooky series opener with appealing camaraderie among its characters.” —Kirkus Reviews “With moments of sparkling friendship, well-timed humor, and supernatural twists, SPIRIT SERVICE is the middle grade ghostbusting story we've all been waiting for!” —Katie Zhao, author of the Winnie Zeng series “A heartfelt paranormal delight, Spirit Service offers an honest exploration of grief and loss balanced with the healing power of friendship, forgiveness, and letting go. But be warned: you’ll never look at a rotary phone the same way again!” —Jenna Lee-Yun, author of The Last Rhee Witch Sarena and Sasha Nanua are twin sisters who love stories about friendship, ghosts, and all things magical. Born on Diwali ten minutes apart, they began writing books together at the age of nine. They are graduates of the English and professional writing programs at the University of Toronto and are the authors of Spirit Service , Twice the Trouble , Sisters of the Snake , and Daughters of the Dawn . You can visit them online at SarenaSashaBooks.com. Sasha and Sarena Nanua are twin sisters who love stories about friendship, ghosts, and all things magical. Born on Diwali ten minutes apart, they began writing books together at the age of nine. They are graduates of the English and professional writing programs at the University of Toronto and are the authors of Spirit Service , Twice the Trouble , Sisters of the Snake , and Daughters of the Dawn . You can visit them online at SarenaSashaBooks.com. Chapter One: Ring, Ring, Ring, Your Doom Is Calling! ONE Ring, Ring, Ring, Your Doom Is Calling! It isn’t fair.” Those were my three magic words. They weren’t really magic; after all, magic didn’t exist except in books and movies. But in the real world, magic was something else entirely. It was the itch in my nose when I needed to sneeze but stopped right before I could. It was the dream that vanished as soon as I woke up, like a stream of autumn leaves snatched by the wind. Magic wasn’t real. But according to my mom, I’d need a whole heaping spoonful of it if I wanted a cell phone before winter break ended and school began. Which was tomorrow . Maybe I didn’t need magic. I needed a miracle. “Nothing’s fair in life, Raveena,” Mama countered, her rose-pink lips twisting into a frown as she skimmed a parenting magazine in Yoon’s Antiques. Did she just get that line from her current reading material? Or maybe from her collection of Indian bridal magazines, which each started with a wannabe fortune cookie quote? (I might have snuck a glance at the latest issue. Plain saris are so last season, and don’t get me started on accessories!) “But Lillian always uses her phone to call her pops.” That’s what my BFF called her dad. “You know, to make sure he knows where she is for safety purposes .” How could Mama reject my carefully worded counterargument now? Truly unfazeable, Mama said, “You’ll get your phone when eighth grade starts, like we agreed.” I faced The Boss one more time with my arms crossed.