Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy: Junie B. Jones, cartea 12
Autor Barbara Park Ilustrat de Denise Brunkusen Limba Engleză Hardback – 31 oct 1998 – vârsta de la 7 până la 9 ani
Vezi toate premiile Carte premiată
Bookseller's Choice (1999), Buckaroo Book Award (2001)
It's pet day at school. No dogs allowed And that's the only kind of pet Junie B. has. She'll just have to find a new pet. Like maybe a jar of ants. Or a wiggly worm. Or -- could it be -- something even better?
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ISBN-13: 9780613117272
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Dimensiuni: 134 x 195 x 11 mm
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Editura: Bloomsbury Publishing
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ISBN-10: 0613117271
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Descriere
There's going to be a Pet Day at school— only the rule is No Dogs! And that's the only kind of pet Junie B. has! If Mother won't let her get a new pet, then Junie B. will have to take matters into her own hands. Maybe a jar of ants? Or a wiggly worm? Or— could it be— something even better? The world's funniest kindergartner is back in her twelfth book!
Notă biografică
BARBARA PARK is beloved by millions as the author of the wildly popular, New York Times Bestselling Junie B. Jones series. She has won over 40 children's book awards and been featured in The NY Times, USA Today, and Time magazine. Twenty years and counting after the world's funniest kindergartner made her debut, Barbara says, "I've never been sure whether Junie B.'s fans love her in spite of her imperfections . . . or because of them. But either way, she's gone out into the world and made more friends than I ever dreamed possible. " Barbara Park is also the author of award-winning middle grade novels and bestselling picture books. She and her husband Richard live in Arizona. For games, jokes, and more visit Junie B. online at www.juniebjones.com.
Recenzii
From USA TODAY:
"Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set."
From Publisher' Weekly:
"Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.—and reading—are lots of fun."
From Kirkus Reviews:
"Junie's swarms of young fans will continue to delight in her unique take on the world....A hilarious, first-rate read- aloud."
From Booklist:
"Park, one of the funniest writers around . . . brings her refreshing humor to the beginning chapter-book set."
From Time magazine:
"Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty."
From School Library Journal:
"Readers will relate instantly to the trials and tribulations of this first grader....She is always endearing and wonderfully funny."
"Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set."
From Publisher' Weekly:
"Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.—and reading—are lots of fun."
From Kirkus Reviews:
"Junie's swarms of young fans will continue to delight in her unique take on the world....A hilarious, first-rate read- aloud."
From Booklist:
"Park, one of the funniest writers around . . . brings her refreshing humor to the beginning chapter-book set."
From Time magazine:
"Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty."
From School Library Journal:
"Readers will relate instantly to the trials and tribulations of this first grader....She is always endearing and wonderfully funny."
Extras
Chapter 4: Ooey Gooey
"EEEW! YUCK! IT'S A WORM! IT'S A WORM! GET IT OFF ME, GRANDMA! GET IT OFF RIGHT NOW!" I yelled.
Grandma Miller quick took back the worm.
"For heaven's sake, Junie B. What in the world is the matter with you? It's just a baby earthworm. Look how teeny he is. This little fellow would make a wonderful pet."
I did a huffy breath at her.
"Yeah, only worms cannot be pets, Grandma. 'Cause pets have fur so you can pet them. And worms just have ooey gooey skin."
Grandma Miller looked surprised at me.
"Don't be silly," she said. "Not all pets have fur. My bird Twitter doesn't have fur, and he's a pet. And goldfish don't have fur. And hermit crabs don't have fur. And lizards don't have fur. And-"
I covered my ears with my hands.
"Okay, okay. Enough with the fur," I said. "But worms don't have eyes or ears, either. And they don't have legs or tails or feet or necks. And they don't chirp or bark or cluck or meow. And so what kind of stupid pet do you call that?"
Grandma Miller thought and thought.
Then she smiled real big.
"I'd call that the kind of pet that won't wake up the neighbors or sniff the company or scratch himself silly," she said back.
After that, she stood up. And she gave the baby earthworm to Mother.
"I'll leave this little guy with your mother for now," she said. "You can think it over and see if you want to keep him. I'll check back with you later."
Then she kissed me on my head.
And she grabbed the ice chest.
And she hurried out the door.
Mother looked at the baby worm in her hand. "My goodness. You are a little one, aren't you?" she said.
She got an empty mayonnaise jar out of the cabinet.
Then she poked holes in the lid for air. And she put the baby worm inside of it.
Mother looked at him in there.
"You don't even know where you are, do you, little fella?" she said. "I bet it's kind of scary in there all by yourself."
I turned my back on her. 'Cause I knew what she was up to, that's why.
"You can't make me like him, Mother," I said. "Nobody can make me like him."
"Of course not," said Mother. "But just because you don't like him, doesn't mean I can't like him."
She talked to the worm some more.
"Hmm. Maybe you'd be happier if you had some dirt to crawl around in," she said. "Let's go outside and see what we can do."
After that, Mother put on her jacket. And she went outside. And she digged in the dirt from her garden.
She came inside and showed me the jar.
It looked kind of cute in there.
There was a rock and a stick and a dandelion and some clovers.
I peeked at the baby worm.
He peeked back, I think.
"Yeah, only I still don't like him," I said kind of softer.
I rocked back and forth on my feet.
"And anyway... even if I did like him, I don't know what worms eat. And so what would I even feed that guy?"
Mother ruffled my hair.
"Are you kidding? That's the best part about worms," she said. "They get all of their food right from the soil. You don't have to feed them anything at all."
Just then, my baby brother started to cry.
"Uh-oh. The baby's crying," she said. "Here. Take this."
Then she quick handed me the jar.
And she runned right out of the room.
"EEEW! YUCK! IT'S A WORM! IT'S A WORM! GET IT OFF ME, GRANDMA! GET IT OFF RIGHT NOW!" I yelled.
Grandma Miller quick took back the worm.
"For heaven's sake, Junie B. What in the world is the matter with you? It's just a baby earthworm. Look how teeny he is. This little fellow would make a wonderful pet."
I did a huffy breath at her.
"Yeah, only worms cannot be pets, Grandma. 'Cause pets have fur so you can pet them. And worms just have ooey gooey skin."
Grandma Miller looked surprised at me.
"Don't be silly," she said. "Not all pets have fur. My bird Twitter doesn't have fur, and he's a pet. And goldfish don't have fur. And hermit crabs don't have fur. And lizards don't have fur. And-"
I covered my ears with my hands.
"Okay, okay. Enough with the fur," I said. "But worms don't have eyes or ears, either. And they don't have legs or tails or feet or necks. And they don't chirp or bark or cluck or meow. And so what kind of stupid pet do you call that?"
Grandma Miller thought and thought.
Then she smiled real big.
"I'd call that the kind of pet that won't wake up the neighbors or sniff the company or scratch himself silly," she said back.
After that, she stood up. And she gave the baby earthworm to Mother.
"I'll leave this little guy with your mother for now," she said. "You can think it over and see if you want to keep him. I'll check back with you later."
Then she kissed me on my head.
And she grabbed the ice chest.
And she hurried out the door.
Mother looked at the baby worm in her hand. "My goodness. You are a little one, aren't you?" she said.
She got an empty mayonnaise jar out of the cabinet.
Then she poked holes in the lid for air. And she put the baby worm inside of it.
Mother looked at him in there.
"You don't even know where you are, do you, little fella?" she said. "I bet it's kind of scary in there all by yourself."
I turned my back on her. 'Cause I knew what she was up to, that's why.
"You can't make me like him, Mother," I said. "Nobody can make me like him."
"Of course not," said Mother. "But just because you don't like him, doesn't mean I can't like him."
She talked to the worm some more.
"Hmm. Maybe you'd be happier if you had some dirt to crawl around in," she said. "Let's go outside and see what we can do."
After that, Mother put on her jacket. And she went outside. And she digged in the dirt from her garden.
She came inside and showed me the jar.
It looked kind of cute in there.
There was a rock and a stick and a dandelion and some clovers.
I peeked at the baby worm.
He peeked back, I think.
"Yeah, only I still don't like him," I said kind of softer.
I rocked back and forth on my feet.
"And anyway... even if I did like him, I don't know what worms eat. And so what would I even feed that guy?"
Mother ruffled my hair.
"Are you kidding? That's the best part about worms," she said. "They get all of their food right from the soil. You don't have to feed them anything at all."
Just then, my baby brother started to cry.
"Uh-oh. The baby's crying," she said. "Here. Take this."
Then she quick handed me the jar.
And she runned right out of the room.
Premii
- Bookseller's Choice Winner, 1999
- Buckaroo Book Award Nominee, 2001