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It's Not My Fault I Know Everything (Dear Dumb Diary #8): Dear Dumb Diary

Autor Jim Benton
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 28 feb 2009 – vârsta până la 12 ani
New York Times Bestselling author Jamie Kelly is back with another hilarious, candid, and sometimes not-so-nice diary Dear Dumb Diary, I went back and read some of my very oldest diaries. The entries say things like "I eated salad dressing" and "I got a Barbie shoe stuck in Stinker's nose again" and "The vet was mean to me about the Barbie shoe so I tried to bite him but vets are quick at not getting bit because dogs try all the time but dogs don't usually kick so I did that." What amazed me was just how dumb I used to be, considering how smart I am now. There must have been a day when I just woke up smart.
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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9780439825979
ISBN-10: 0439825970
Pagini: 144
Dimensiuni: 136 x 197 x 13 mm
Greutate: 0.1 kg
Editura: Scholastic
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Notă biografică

Jim Benton is an award-winning author and artist. You may know some of the other things he's made, like It's Happy Bunny, Dear Dumb Diary, Franny K. Stein, Victor Shmud, and more. He's created a TV series, written books, and produced a movie, and he always did everything his parents told him to do. Pretty much. Jim lives in Michigan with his wife and kids and can be found online at jimbenton.com.

Descriere

It's an eventful month for Jamie Kelly. Stinker and Stickybuns' litter of puppies has arrived -- which makes Jamie and her nemesis Angeline "in-laws by dog." Ugh. Jamie's class at Mackerel Middle School is doing a unit on journal-writing, and someone's diary falls into the wrong hands.
But worst of all, Angeline and Isabella are becoming . . . friends.
Dear Dumb Diary,
It's not my fault I know everything.
Okay, I don't know where Timbuktu is, but I refuse to know that. Even if somebody told me, I would flush my brain like a thought-potty and wave goodbye to Timbuktu as it swirled down my brain hole.
I know everything that I WANT to know.