The Name of This Book Is Secret by Pseudonymous Bosch is a playful, darkly whimsical mystery‑adventure for middle‑grade readers that follows two unlikely eleven‑year-old detectives, Cass (who calls herself a survivalist) and the perpetually talkative Max‑Ernest, as they stumble on a missing magician’s diary, a strange box called the “Symphony of Smells,” and a sinister secret society hunting for immortality.
From the moment I began reading I was swept into a world where ordinary school hallways and antique shops mask hidden dangers and secret codes. Cass’s hyper‑organized survivalist habits and Max‑Ernest’s endless jokes make them feel wholly genuine: awkward, vulnerable, courageous in their own weird ways. Their dynamic, one cautious and grounded, the other impulsive and humorous brought warmth and light even as the stakes mounted. The book’s metafictional narrator, with frequent asides to the reader, made me laugh and feel complicit in the mystery at the same time; that voice adds a quirky, conspiratorial charm that underlines the sense of reading something forbidden.
What resonated with me was how the book balances eerie, sometimes creepy suspense with humour and moral questions. The villains, members of a cult-like society called the “Midnight Sun,” interested in synesthesia and the extraction of brains are genuinely unsettling, which makes the rescue mission feel urgent and frightening in a way unusual for middle‑grade fiction. Yet the core friendship between Cass and Max‑Ernest, their courage despite fear, and their refusal to abandon a school‑mate in danger reminded me that bravery often comes in small, messy packages. Even when the narrative grew chaotic (hidden messages, secret tunnels, strange spa‑pyramids, near‑escapes) I cared about them, and that emotional anchor kept me invested.
I do think the book has flaws. The narrator’s interruptions can feel overdone or even intrusive, sometimes pulling me out of the flow just when I was getting into a scene. The pacing can be uneven: early chapters are slow as the world is built, and some plot threads, especially around the fantastical logic of the secret society strain credulity if you think too hard.
Still, I rate The Name of This Book Is Secret 4 out of 5 stars. It made me feel curious, a little uneasy, and strangely nostalgic, like being a kid again and believing that hidden clues and secret codes might lead to something magical. For readers who love clever mysteries, oddball humour, and the thrill of danger cloaked in ordinary places, this book is a delightfully weird and unforgettable start.