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19,200 | 2 | Illustrator Dave Aikins grew up in the suburbs of Detroit, immersed in comic books, action figures and B-movies. He graduated from the Columbus College of Art & Design in 1995 and worked for a large newspaper and commercial art studio before founding Let's Draw Studio, his freelance illustration studio, in 1998. Hee now lives outside Columbus, OH with his family and continues to produce work for clients in the areas of advertising, product design and publishing.; Title: Baby's First Christmas (Sassy) | [
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19,201 | 0 | "Nicely paced with just the right number of red herrings to keep readers thinking." -Kirkus ReviewsMartin Widmark has been hailed as the childrens Christie in his native Sweden. He lives in Stockholm.; Title: The Swimming Pool Mystery #6 (The Whodunit Detective Agency) | [
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19,202 | 12 | Jean Horton Berg (1914-1995) published over fifty children's books as well as hundred of other short stories and poems. She taught a creative writing course in Radnor, PA for almost thirty years and was a chairwoman on the editorial board of the Pennsylvania Gazette.; Title: The Noisy Clock Shop (G&D Vintage) | [
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19,203 | 2 | Jonathan Fenske has written several children's books, including Love is in the Air and Guppy Up! He lives in Denver, Colorado.; Title: Woodward and McTwee (Penguin Young Readers, Level 2) | [
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19,204 | 2 | Bonnie Bader has written several Penguin Young Readers. She lives in Brooklyn, New York. Michael Robertson is an artist and illustrator living and working in Cleveland, Ohio.; Title: Go to Bed, Blue (Penguin Young Readers, Level 1) | [
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19,205 | 0 | Hello fellow Aquarians! My birthday is February 7th and you bet I think it's a special day. And so is your birthday. So start celebrating the night before your birthday with my new book. Not even a cat or ice cream disaster can stop a party from happening.Natasha Wing was born in Milford, Connecticut, and now lives in Fort Collins, Colorado. After graduating from Arizona State University she married Daniel Wing and worked in advertising for a number of years. It wasn't until 1991 that she decided to write children's books. Luckily she sold her first book within six months and has been writing children's books and articles ever since.; Title: The Night Before My Birthday | [
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19,206 | 2 | Mickie Matheis is a children's book author living in Ohio.; Title: Camp Berry (Strawberry Shortcake) | [
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19,207 | 0 | Martin Widmark was born in 1961 in Sweden and today lives in Stockholm with his family. He has worked as a middle school instructor and a Swedish teacher for immigrants, but he is now a full-time children's book author. Over his career, he has also written several text books. He is fascinated by life's little oddities and anything unique, from food and music to languages and people.Widmark is considered a literary giant of contemporary children's fiction in Sweden. Both his Nelly Rapp and Lasse Majas (translated to Jerry Maya) series are consistently on the best seller lists and have received critical acclaim. His books have been translated into more than 20 languages.The books in The Whodunit Detective Agency series are set in the charming little town of Pleasant Valley. Its the kind of close-knit community where nearly everyone knows one another. The town and characters are all fictional, of course... or are they?The main characters, Jerry and Maya, are classmates and close friends who run a small detective agency together.; Title: The Hotel Mystery #2 (The Whodunit Detective Agency) | [
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19,208 | 18 | Roberta Edwards has written several books for young readers. She lives in New York, New York.; Title: Hail to the Chiefs: 5 Who Was? Presidential Biographies | [
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19,209 | 18 | Megan Stine has written several biographies for young readers, includingWho Is Michelle Obama? and Who Was Sally Ride? She lives in Clinton, Connecticut.Who Was Ulysses S. Grant?It was a summer day in 1861. The Civil Warthe clash between Northern and Southern stateswas just beginning. A Northern officer, Colonel Ulysses S. Grant, was getting ready to lead about a thousand men into battle. Thats what hed been trained to do. He had been an army officer for many years. He had fought in a war before.But this was different. This was the first time Ulysses was in charge. It was the first time he was leading a huge group of men to fightand possibly die.As Ulysses marched along, he began to get nervous. He later wrote that his heart pounded so hard, he could feel it in his throat.The closer he got to the Southern troops, the more frightened Ulysses became. Secretly, he wished he could stop marching. But he couldnt do that. It was his job to keep going, no matter what happened next.And guess what happened next: Ulysses found the enemy soldiers campsite. But the soldiers were gone! They had run away!All at once, Ulysses realized something. The enemy soldiers had been just as afraid of him as he was of them.From that day on, Ulysses S. Grant never let fear stand in his way.; Title: Who Was Ulysses S. Grant? | [
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19,210 | 0 | David A. Adler (www.davidaadler.com) is the author of more than 175 children's books. Before becoming an author, he taught math and science and completed master's degrees in marketing and economics. He and his wife have three sons and two grandsons.Barbara Johansen Newman (www.barbarajohansennewman.com) worked as a puppeteer and puppet maker for many years. She illustrated the Doyle and Fossey books (Dutton) by Michele Torrey and recently authored and illustrated a picture book, Tex & Sugar. She and her husband have three sons.; Title: Bones and the Apple Pie Mystery | [
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19,211 | 0 | Sam Hay grew up in Scotland. A former journalist, she has written several children's books. She lives with her husband, two children and several pets in a small house with a big garden.THWACK!Joe gave the tent peg a thump with the mallet, then tugged the rope to make sure it was secure.Awesome! said Matt, pegging in the other side. Looks like were the first to finish!They were at the Wolfs Leap Activity Center on the edge of Brockton Forest for a school camping trip.Not even a tornado would shift this thing! said Ben, poking his head out of the tent.But just then a tornado did shift it: a tornado in the shape of Bradley Piker, or Spiker, as he was known. He raced over and hurled himself at the side of the tent, making it bulge inward.Hey! yelled Joe. Watch it!Says who? This is my tent, too, said Spiker. Im with you guys tonight!What? Joe groaned. He really didnt want to share a tent with Spikerhe was the biggest troublemaker in the class.Yep! Mr. Hill says Im with you. I hope youre not going to wet your pants and call for your mommy when it gets dark tonight, Joe Edmunds!Joe shot him a dirty look.Especially if the wolf starts howling, Spiker said with a smirk. The ghost wolf of Brockton Forest...Yeah, yeah, said Joe. I know... Hundreds of years ago a wolf escaped from some hunters by leaping off some rocks. As he spoke he glanced over Spikers shoulder and noticed a jagged rock face, just above the tree line.But dont forget the best part. After it escaped, Spiker said in a spooky voice, the wolf came back and stalked the hunters, catching them one by one, ripping out their throats and crunching their bones...Matt grinned. You made that bit up.And people say, added Spiker, his voice dropping to a ghoulish whisper, that you can still hear the ghost of the wolf, howling in the woods at night...As he spoke, the wind picked up and a cloud drifted over the afternoon sun, darkening the sky. Joe shivered. After all the weird stuff hed seen, thanks to Uncle Charlies Egyptian amulet, he could easily imagine a ghost wolf lurking in the forest, watching and waiting...Hey, you guys! came a shout. If youve finished setting up your tent, I need some volunteers to help collect firewood!It was Lizzyone of the camp counselors. She was small and wiry, with short red hair. According to their teacher, Miss Bruce, she was a champion rock climber. Come on! Itll be dark before we get the fire going!By the time they had built the fire, the counselors had prepared a campfire dinner.Im starving, said Joe, sitting down next to Matt with a plate piled high with franks and beans. There were twenty children from Joes class there, along with Miss Bruce and the principal, Mr. Hill. They sat together on logs arranged in a circle around the fire, digging into their dinner.As Joe shoveled in his last spoonful of beans, he heard a strange noise in the distance...Awwwhooooooooooo...What was that?Matt took a bite of hot dog and shrugged.I didnt hear anything.Awwwhoooooooooo...; Title: Night of the Howling Hound #3 (Undead Pets) | [
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19,212 | 17 | Sarah Fabiny is the Editor-in-Chief of series and licensed books at Grosset & Dunlap and the author ofWho Was Frida Kahlo?; Title: Who Is Gloria Steinem? (Who Was?) | [
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19,213 | 0 | Ethan Long (www.ethanlong.com) is the author and illustrator of numerous books, including the Geisel Award winner Up, Tall, and High, and the Penguin Young Readers Clara and Clem Take a Ride and Clara and Clem in Outer Space.; Title: Clara and Clem Under the Sea (Penguin Young Readers, Level 1) | [
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19,214 | 0 | Martin Widmarkwas born in 1961 in Sweden and today lives in Stockholm with his family. He has worked as a middle school instructor and a Swedish teacher for immigrants, but he is now a full-time children's book author. Over his career, he has also written several textbooks. He is fascinated by life's little oddities and anything unique, from food and music to languages and people.Widmark is considered a literary giant of contemporary children's fiction in Sweden. Both his Nelly Rapp and LasseMaja series are consistently on the bestseller lists and have received critical acclaim. His books have been translated into more than 20 languages.Helena Williswas born in 1964 in Stockholm, Sweden, and now lives outside the city with her husband and two daughters. She's been working as a freelance illustrator since she graduated from Beckmans College of Design in 1991.Chapter 1: Pickpockets and Ice Cream It was summertime in the town of Pleasant Valley. The sun had been shining brightly all day, and a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the trees in town. Hi there, kids! someone called out to Jerry and Maya as they bicycled down the street. It was the police chief, who was standing in front of a little newspaper stand enjoying an ice-cream cone. Jerry and Maya pedaled over to him. The police chief was an old acquaintance, and it was always good to talk to him. What a fantastic day, he said. Perfect ice-cream weather, dont you think? Absolutely, replied Jerry. Maya and I are on our way to the beach for a swim. Lucky things, the police chief said with a laugh. We poor police officers have to keep our noses to the grindstone day in and day out. Jerry and Maya looked at each other and winked. The police chief didnt exactly seem overwhelmed with work. Have you been busy at the station? asked Maya, curious all the same. The two friends ran a small detective agency together, and Maya was always on the lookout for an exciting new case. I shouldnt really tell you this, said the police chief. But you have helped me before, and Im sure you can keep a secret, cant you? Jerry and Maya nodded eagerly. The police chief leaned forward and lowered his voice to a whisper. Pickpockets! At the circus outside town! Several people were robbed at the first performance yesterday. Ive called the police stations in the other towns where the circus has performed, and its always the same thing: Cell phones, necklaces, and wallets disappear after each show. The police chief nodded thoughtfully and continued, But as soon as the circus leaves town, the thefts stop, too. It seems as if the thief is part of the circus. The police chief leaned in even closer, and Jerry saw that the scoop of melting ice cream was about to plop right out of the waffle cone in the chiefs hand. The police chief narrowed his eyes and whispered: Im going to the circus to check it outin plain clothes, of course. It takes a trained eye like mine to spot a skilled pickpocket. Im going to both shows this evening: the one at 6:00 p.m. and the one at 8:00 p.m. With a splat, the chiefs ice cream fell out of the cone and landed on the sidewalk. The police chief frowned at the sticky puddle at his feet, but before he could react, his cell phone rang. The police chief answered it in a serious voice: Hello. Police chief of Pleasant Valley speaking. Then he covered it with his hand and whispered to Jerry and Maya: What a coincidence! Its the ringmaster. Jerry and Maya didnt want to interfere with official police business, so they waved good-bye and cycled on. Just a block away at Market Square, Maya surprised Jerry by suddenly turning right instead of left. Wrong direction, Maya! The beach is this way. Forget the swim, Jerry! We have a job to do! Of course! 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But..., said Maya uncertainly, looking around. Then she shrugged her shoulders and followed Jerry, who had already crept in between two of the circus trailers. There was a RINGMASTER sign on the door of one. It was nice and cool in the shade of the tall trailers. The window on one end of the ringmasters trailer was open, and Jerry and Maya jumped when they heard a woman shout from inside, I should have married Bobo instead of you, you... you washed-up failure of a ringmaster! Bobo brings me roses... and you cant even afford daisies! Jerry and Maya realized that they had stumbled upon an argument. Now then, Greta, my little dove, they heard a cautious male voice say. Thats probably the ringmaster, thought Jerry. Things will be better soon, continued the mans voice. When people realize what world-class performers I have, the money will start rolling in. World-class performers?! the woman said with a snort. Ha! 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19,215 | 0 | Henry Winkler is an actor, producer, and director, and he speaks publicly all over the world. In addition, he has a star on Hollywood Boulevard, was presented with the Order of the British Empire by the Queen of England, and the jacket he wore as the Fonz hangs in the Smithsonian Museum in Washington, DC. But if you asked him what he was proudest of, he would say, "Writing the Hank Zipzer books with my partner, Lin Oliver." He lives in Los Angeles with his wife, Stacey. They have three children named Jed, Zoe, and Max, and two dogs named Monty and Charlotte. Charlotte catches a ball so well that she could definitely play outfield for the New York Mets.Lin Oliver is a writer and producer of movies, books, and television series for children and families. She has written more than twenty-five novels for children, and one hundred episodes of television. She is cofounder and executive director of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators, an international organization of twenty thousand authors and illustrators of children's books. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, Alan. They have three sons named Theo, Ollie, and Cole. She loves tuna melts, curious kids, any sport that involves a racket, and children's book writers everywhere.“Today is a very special Wednesday,” Ms. Flowers said to our class. “Can anyone tell me why?”My hand shot up high in the air. “Because I changed my underpants this morning!” I shouted out proudly, without even waiting to be called on.The whole class burst out laughing.“As you can see, Hank,” Ms. Flowers said, “we are all very pleased for you. But your underpants are not exactly what I had in mind.”Before she could call on anyone else, our classroom door swung open, and Principal Love came in. He was carrying a tall glass tank with a bunch of leafy green plants at the bottom. As usual, he was wearing his Velcro sneakers, which squeaked when he walked in.“Class, everyone say hello to Principal Love,” Ms. Flowers said.“Good morning, Principal Love,” we all said at the same time.“And don’t forget to say good morning to Fred,” he answered, pointing to the tank. “Fred’s a little sleepyhead in the morning, aren’t you, buddy?”I squinted my eyes and looked at the tank. Who or what was Fred? Suddenly, a green blob with a pinkish belly and white spots on its back sprang out from behind a plastic log and attached itself to the side of the glass.“There you are, you little froggy,” Principal Love said. Then, turning to us, he added, “He wants to say hello because he’s going to be a member of your class until next Monday.”“Does he know that we have a big spelling test this Friday?” my best friend Ashley Wong asked.“Yeah, it’s full of hard words like ‘beautiful,’” my other best friend Frankie Townsend added.“That’s not a hard word for him,” Principal Love said, “because he is such a beautiful frog.”“You call that thing beautiful?” Nick McKelty snickered. “It’s all green and bumpy.”“Green is my favorite color,” Katie Sperling said. “And besides, I think frogs are cute.”“I like to watch them suck bugs right out of the air and swallow them whole,” Luke Whitman said. That didn’t surprise me, because Luke likes everything gross. The grosser the better.“Well, my pal Fred here likes to dine on crickets,” Principal Love said. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a plastic container that had a whole bunch of crickets hopping around inside.“Since I’m going to be away at a conference, Ms. Flowers has kindly agreed to have Fred stay in your classroom until I return. So I’ve brought him enough dinner to keep his tummy nice and full while I’m gone.”“Eeuuwww,” Katie Sperling said. “I can’t believe he wants to eat those gross things.”“He probably thinks cheeseburgers are gross,” Ashley pointed out to her.Everyone laughed. It was going to be fun to have a frog in our class. I especially liked having him there because it meant that I wasn’t going to be the slowest reader anymore. I’m not very good at reading, but even I can read better than a frog.“I promised Principal Love that we would all take very good care of Fred,” Ms. Flowers said.“He is my special pet, a White’s tree frog,” the principal explained. “I’ve had him for eight years.”“That makes him exactly our age,” Frankie said.; Title: Stop That Frog! #3 (Here's Hank) | [
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19,219 | 13 | Lin Oliver is the New York Times Best-Selling author of more than thirty books for young readers. She is also a film and television producer, having created shows for Nickelodeon, PBS, Disney Channel, and Fox. The cofounder and executive director of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators, she loves to hang out with children's book creators. Lin lives in Los Angeles, in the shadow of the Hollywood sign, but when she travels, she visits the great paintings of the world and imagines what it would be like to be inside the paintingso you might say she carries her own fantastic frame with her!Samantha Kallis is a Los Angeles-based illustrator and visual development artist. Since graduating from Art Center College of Design in Pasadena, California, in 2010, her work has been featured in television, film, publishing, and galleries throughout the world. Samantha can be found most days on the porch of her periwinkle-blue Victorian cottage, where she lives with her husband and their two cats. More of her work can be seen on her website, www.samkallis.comPrologue Hello there. Its Tiger Brooks. Thats right, Im the guy who travels into the fantastic frame. I bet you remember me. I dont mean to sound like Im bragging. Its not like I think Im all that great or anything. I just know that its hard to forget a person who gets sucked into a painting and only has an hour to get out. You dont meet someone like that every day. This little habit I have of time traveling into paintings began when my friend Luna Lopez and I discovered the fantastic frame. It hangs on the living room wall in the old run-down house, of our neighbor Viola Dots. At first, Luna and I thought it was nothing but a golden frame with carved animals and a clock on the front. We didnt know about the hour of power. Thats when the clock on the frame strikes four and the painting inside opens up and sucks you in. But we sure found out about that hour of power in a hurry! If you ask me, I think Chives should have warned us. Hes Violas butler who happens to be an orange pig. But being a pig is no excuse, because he can talk. Chives knew that Violas son, David, disappeared into the frame fifty years ago and never returned. The only thing she got back was pudgy Chives, who came flying straight out of some old pig painting wearing a top hat and a bowtie and has been living with her ever since. Mrs. Dots is a real grump, but Luna and I feel sorry for her, anyway. She misses her son, David, a lot, which is why we decided to help her. Every time Viola finishes a new painting for the frame, she asks us to go inside and look for David. Shes never been able to go inside a painting herself. She always gets spit out. Maybe adults arent allowed in. Or maybe its just the grumpy adults who arent allowed in. Once were inside the painting, Luna and I have to watch the time carefully, because if were not back at exactly the same spot in the painting at five oclock, then we could be stuck there forever. Now David, he really doesnt seem to mind being stuck inside paintings. I have to admit, sometimes it doesnt seem so bad to me, either. I wouldnt have to watch my annoying little sister, Maggie, chew with her mouth open. I wouldnt have to roll my socks into pairs and put them away in my sock drawer. And I wouldnt have to learn how to do subtraction word problems. On the other hand, Id miss my comfy bed and my dads spaghetti sauce. Although those hot dogs and giant pretzels off the street cart in New York sure were delicious. But wait. Im getting ahead of myself. You dont even know about New York yet and the weird thing that happened there. Im talking weird with a capital W. If youre interested, keep reading. Youll find out all about it. Chapter 1 Luna and I stood on our driveway after school, staring at my new invention. What do you think I should call it? I asked her. Lunawalked around in a circle. She still had on the cool superhero cape she had worn to school that day. She looked at the contraption in front of her and scratched her head. You could call it a thingamajig, she suggested. Thats got a nice ring to it. But thingamajig doesnt tell you what it does, I said. Good point, Tiger. By the way, what does it do? It was Transportation Week at school. Everyone in our class had to do an oral report about a means of transportation.Luna chose to do hers on flying through the sky like Moon Girl. Thats the superhero name shes given herself. She picked it because Luna means moon in Spanish. Too bad her parents didnt name her something cool like Shark or Crusher. Personally, Id take Shark Girl or the Crusher over Moon Girl any day. Even though Luna had gone to all the trouble of making herself a Moon Girl cape, our teacher, Ms. Warner, wasnt impressed. She said flying around on air currents was only a means of transportation for comic book characters. And everyone knows they dont actually exist. The report Ms. Warner loved was Andrew Hogans on electric cars. She said it was outstanding, the best in the class. But then, she hadnt seen mine yet. Mine was going to knock her shoes and socks off. Thats because I decided that instead of doing a report, Id invent my own means of transportation. And I did. I got the idea for my invention yesterday, I explained to Luna, when I was riding my bike. I got really hungry and I thoughtwouldnt it be great to have a snack any time you want one? Even on a bike. So I invented this... uh... thingamajig! Tiger, can I just point out one thing? Luna said. The thingamajig isnt a bike. Yeah, I noticed that, I answered. But I wasnt about to experiment with my brand-new bike. So I used my little sisters pink princess scooter instead. Uh-oh. Something tells me Maggies not going to like that. She wont care. Shes totally over the princess thing. Right. Thats why she wore a diamond crown to preschool this morning. And carried a light-up wand. I couldnt help it, I explained. I had to borrow her scooter. Dont tell, but I kind of borrowed my dads cooler, too. See, I attached it to the scooter. The cooler gives you a nice place to sit while youre scooting and keeps your butt cool at the same time. Thats important, Luna said. You dont want to get your butt all overheated. We both cracked up at that. Its nice to have a friend who makes you laugh. Heres the great part about my invention, I went on. If you get hungry when youre scooting around, all you have to do is flip open the cooler and get yourself a snack. Snack and scoot, its the perfect combo. Thats it! Luna said. You just gave your invention a name. The Snack N Scoot. Hmmmmm... The Snack N Scoot. I rolled the words around in my mouth. They sounded pretty good. Lets try it out, I said. We promised Viola wed be at her house before four oclock, Luna reminded me. We cant be late for the hour of power. We have a few minutes until then, I told her. Lets just take one quick spin. I got on first and took off down the sidewalk. When I got to Violas house, I slowed down and looked up the overgrown path to her crumbling blue house. Its so old and run-down, people on our block think its haunted. Luna and I are the only people in the neighborhood who have ever been inside. I noticed Chives peeking out from behind the ragged red velvet curtain. He always keeps himself hidden. Viola doesnt want anyone to know that she has a talking orange pig for a butler. I waved to him. He took a gold watch out of his vest pocket and pointed to it with his hoof. I gave him a thumbs-up, to let him know wed be there on time, and rode back to Luna. As she was getting on the Snack N Scoot to take her turn, my dads car pulled into the driveway. He was bringing my sister home from preschool. Maggie stuck her head out the car window. Hey, Tiger, thats my princess scooter, she yelled. Who said you could take it? Told you, Luna whispered. Listen, Maggie. I went to the car and lifted her out of her car seat. Did I ever tell you what a great little sister you are? I plastered a giant smile on my face. Put me down, Tiger. I want my scooter back. But its not a scooter anymore, I told her. Let me introduce you to the Snack N Scoot. Maggie marched up to the scooter and looked it right in the handlebars. Im not happy to meet you, she said. Well, now, Tiger, it seems that you also took my cooler, my dad said. Thats the one we take to the beach. I dont remember you asking permission to use it. Sorry, Dad, I said, but its for my school project. I dont care what its for, he said. You cant just take things without asking. I want you to return the cooler to the garage and the scooter to Maggie. But, Dad! I cried. I have to do my transportation oral report tomorrow. And the Snack N Scoot is my report. Not anymore it isnt, he said. Luna, Im afraid Tiger cant play now. Hes got to come inside and write his report. A real report this time. He took Maggies hand and they walked up the driveway to the house. And you better not forget to put my purple basket back on, Maggie called over her shoulder. It has magical princess powers. I was so mad, I wanted to scream. My dad doesnt understand anything about my inventions, I told Luna. He wants me to do a plain old regular report. Now Ill have to write a whole bunch of paragraphs and look up words and stuff. The worst part is that were not going to be able to go to Violas, Luna said. Were going to miss the hour of power. I was so angry, I had forgotten about the painting in the fantastic frame. It opened up at exactly four oclock, which was only a few minutes away. There was no way I could finish my report before then. I dont want to disappoint Viola, I said to Luna. Maybe we should just go, anyway. That would make your dad really mad, Luna said. I stood there trying to decide what to do, but only for a second. My thoughts were interrupted by Lunas mom, screaming out the top-floor window. Luna! Luna! she called. Come quickly! Youre not going to believe whats happened!; Title: Beware! Shadows in the Night #3 (The Fantastic Frame) | [
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19,220 | 2 | Jean Horton Berg (1914-1995) published over fifty children's books as well as hundred of other short stories and poems. She taught a creative writing course in Radnor, PA for almost thirty years and was a chairwoman on the editorial board of the Pennsylvania Gazette.; Title: The Playful Little Dog (G&D Vintage) | [
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19,221 | 15 | Nico Medina is the author of two YA novels and two previous books in the Who Was...? series. He works at a publishing house in New York City and lives in Brooklyn.Who Was Jacques Cousteau?    In 1920, ten-year-old Jacques Cousteau and his family were living in New York City.   Jacques and his older brother, Pierre-Antoine, liked playing stickball in the street outside their apartment on West Ninety-Fifth Street.   But besides stickball, Jacques was not a sports fan. He was skinny and sickly, and shy around other kids. Pierre-Antoine was his best friend.   That summer, the brothers were sent away to camp in Vermont. One day, while horseback riding, Jacques’s horse threw him to the ground. Jacques refused to ride for the rest of the summer.   Jacques was sent to the lake and ordered to remove leaves and branches from the water so the other boys could have a clean swimming space.   This so-called “punishment” would change Jacques’s life forever.   Jacques dived to the bottom of the lake and opened his eyes, hoping to see the underwater world around him. But the water was too muddy. It stung his eyes, and he could barely see past his own two hands.   Regardless, Jacques wanted to linger beneath the surface. He held his breath for as long as he could. He even tried breathing through a hollow reed (a long, sturdy piece of grass), but that didn’t work very well.   Jacques felt free swimming in the water. He welcomed the opportunity to visit the lake every day that summer.   As an adult, Jacques pioneered new techniques for diving, breathing, filming, and even living underwater. He outgrew his shyness to become a worldwide celebrity, best-selling author, Oscar-winning moviemaker, and television star who brought breathtaking images of ocean life to millions of people the world over.     Chapter 1: On the Move     On June 11, 1910, in a small French market town fifty miles from the Atlantic coast, Jacques Cousteau was born. (Say his name like this: zhock koo-STOW.)   Soon after, Jacques’s parents, Daniel and Elizabeth, and older brother, Pierre-Antoine, returned to their home in Paris.   Daniel was an attorney and personal assistant to an American millionaire living there. His job required him to travel with his boss constantly. The Cousteaus were on the move for much of Jacques’s early years. One of his first childhood memories was being rocked to sleep on a train.   Although Jacques was weak and often ill, he was determined. On a family trip to Deauville, a fashionable seaside resort, Jacques learned to swim. He was only four.   When World War I broke out in 1914, German soldiers invaded France. Daniel’s boss returned to America. Jacques’s father was out of a job.   German forces surrounded the city. But the Parisians—with help from their British allies—fought back. Hundreds of taxicabs drove back and forth between the city and the front lines, delivering soldiers and supplies.   The French government left Paris, moving France’s capital to the city of Bordeaux. The Germans never conquered Paris, but life in the city was difficult as the war raged on.   Food, water, and electricity were rationed—people were allowed only a certain amount of each resource. German aircraft, called zeppelins, dropped bombs on the city.   When Jacques was seven, he and his family moved back to their village.   In the spring of 1918, the Germans made one final push toward Paris. This time, the Americans were there to help the French and the British. The Germans were pushed back once again. By the end of the year, a cease-fire was called. In 1919, the war formally ended.   After the war, Daniel got a job working for another American millionaire, Eugene Higgins. In 1920, the Cousteaus moved to New York City with Mr. Higgins. On the eight-day voyage across the Atlantic, ten-year-old Jacques began to come out of his shell. He made friends with the crew, and explored every corner of the huge ship.   In America, Jacques’s brother was his only real friend. Pierre-Antoine liked to be called “PAC,” the three initials of his name. Jacques decided, to be just like his older brother, he would be called “Jack.” It sounded very American.   Jacques did not like school or sports. He liked to build things—like model planes and boats. And he liked to take them apart to see how they worked.   That first summer, Jacques and his brother went to camp in Vermont. That’s where Jacques first began to imagine what it would be like to move and breathe freely underwater.   In 1923, the Cousteaus moved back to France. Jacques saved three months’ allowance and bought a used Pathé Baby, a hand-cranked movie camera. As soon as Jacques got home, he took the camera apart and put it back together again.   With a camera in his hand, Jacques finally shook off his shyness. Looking through the lens, he could talk to anyone . . . even pretty girls. Jacques made friends, and they made short movies together. At fourteen, Jacques filmed his first full-length feature: a cousin’s wedding.   Jacques still disliked school. His grades were bad, and he was more interested in making movies than sitting quietly in a classroom. When he was caught breaking windows in one of the school’s stairwells, Jacques said he was only conducting an experiment. He was testing the difference between a rock that was thrown weakly and one that was thrown forcefully.   Jacques conducted this “experiment” on seventeen windows! He was expelled from school.   Jacques’s parents took away his camera and sent him to a strict boarding school 250 miles away. Strangely, the school’s harsh rules suited Jacques, and without his camera to distract him, he blossomed. In 1929, nineteen-year-old Jacques graduated from high school. The next year, he joined the French Navy.   With his trusty camera back in hand, Jacques Cousteau was ready for a life of adventure.; Title: Who Was Jacques Cousteau? | [
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19,222 | 2 | Illustrator Dave Aikins grew up in the suburbs of Detroit, immersed in comicbooks, action figures and B-movies. He graduated from the Columbus College of Art & Design in 1995 and worked for a large newspaper and commercial art studio before founding Let's Draw Studio, his freelance illustration studio, in 1998. Hee now lives outside Columbus, OH with his family andcontinues to produce work for clients in the areas ofadvertising, product design and publishing.; Title: Baby's Busy Year: A Book of Seasons (Sassy) | [
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19,223 | 18 | Pamela Pollock and Meg Belviso are authors of several books in this series, includingWho Is George Lucas?andWho Was Alfred Hitchcock?; Title: Who Was Susan B. Anthony? | [
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19,224 | 17 | Nancy Harrison is an illustrator known for the Who Isseries and for graphic illustrations for Fortune 500 Companies. Nancy received her masters degree from Syracuse University.; Title: Who's on Mount Rushmore? (Who Was...?) | [
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19,226 | 0 | Natasha Wing (www.natashawing.wordpress.com) lives in Ft. Collins, Colorado.Amy Wummer lives in Reading, Pennsylvania.; Title: The Night Before Hanukkah | [
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19,227 | 1 | Judy Schachner is the author/illustrator of the wildly popular Skippyjon Jones series, The Grannyman, and Yo, Vikings! Ms. Schachner had a Siamese cat named Skippy who served as the inspiration for Skippyjon Jones. She lives in Philadelphia with her family and their pets. You can visit her website at www.judithbyronschachner; Title: Skippydoodle-do and Draw! (Skippyjon Jones) | [
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19,228 | 2 | Mickie Matheis is a children's book author.; Title: Merry Christmas, Strawberry Shortcake! | [
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19,229 | 13 | Kirsten Anderson is a freelance writer and actress who lives in New York City with her charming Pomeranian, Sunflower.In July 1962, a new art exhibit opened at the Ferus Gallery in Los Angeles. When people walked into the gallery, they saw thirty-two paintings lined up on a shelf. They were paintings of cans of Campbells soup. Each painting showed a different flavor of soup.; Title: Who Was Andy Warhol? | [
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19,230 | 0 | Nancy Krulik has written over one hundred books for children and young adults, including two New York Times best sellers. Her very first story (in first grade) was about how she wanted to be Mary Poppins because she wanted to dance in the park with Bert and the penguins. Aaron Blecha was raised by a school of giant squid in Wisconsin and now lives with his family by the south English seaside. He works as an artist designing funny characters, animating cartoons, and illustrating books, including the Harry Hammer shark series. You can enjoy more of his weird creations at www.monstersquid.com.Chapter 1   “I want everyone to enjoy a big piece of my Monday-morning surprise,” Mrs. Kelly told the fourth-graders as she put plates on each of their desks. “It’s monkey bread! And it’s delicious.”   George Brown had never seen anything like this. It did not look delicious. It looked lumpy and brown.   “Is this bread made from monkeys?” George asked nervously.   Everyone in the class started laughing.   “No,” Mrs. Kelly assured him. “It’s made from flour, cinnamon, and sugar. Many people bake monkey bread, but this is my grandmother’s special recipe.”   “Why is it called monkey bread?” George asked.   “I don’t really know,” Mrs. Kelly admitted. “But some people say monkey bread got its name because it resembles the bark of the monkey puzzle tree.”   “What’s a monkey puzzle?” Max asked. “Is that like a jigsaw puzzle?”   Mrs. Kelly walked over to her computer and posted a picture on the smart board.   “This is a monkey puzzle tree,” Mrs. Kelly said, pointing to the picture of a tall evergreen tree with grayish-brown bark.   George looked at the picture. The tree didn’t look very much like the brown lump on the plate in front of him.   “Monkey bread’s delicious, dude,” said George’s friend Alex. “Try it.”   George wasn’t sure. But Alex had never lied to him. So George picked off a piece and took a bite.   “Mmmm . . . ,” George said. “That is good.”    “Told ya,” Alex replied. He took a big bite of his monkey bread.   “This has raisins in it,” Sage said. “I’ve never had monkey bread with raisins before.”   “That’s how my grandmother made it in the bakery she ran,” Mrs. Kelly explained.   “Wow, I wish my grandmother ran a bakery,” George said. “Then I could get free cookies and cakes all the time.”   “I did,” Mrs. Kelly said. “I was very lucky. Growing up, many of my relatives were in the food business. Like my great-uncle Edgar. He ran an ostrich farm. So I got free ostrich eggs. Those eggs were huge. You could make an omelet that would feed three people with . . .”   George wanted to pay attention to what his teacher was saying. He really did. But he couldn’t. He was too focused on what his belly was saying.   Bing-bong. Ping-pong.   George’s tummy was making all kinds of noises. It was full of bubbles. Not just any kind of bubbles. Strong, crazy bubbles. The kind of bubbles that slam-danced against his stomach and boomeranged off his bladder.   Bubbles that could cause a lot of trouble if they burst out of him.   George had to keep himself from burping. Because if the burp got loose, there was no telling what horrible thing it would make him do. After all, the burp had gotten him in trouble plenty of times before.   It all started when George and his family had moved to Beaver Brook. George’s dad was in the army, and his family moved around a lot. So George knew that first days at school could be pretty rotten. But this first day was the rottenest.   In his old school, George had been the class clown. But George had promised himself that things were going to be different at Edith B. Sugarman Elementary School. No more pranks. No more goofing on teachers when their backs were turned.   Unfortunately, no one at George’s new school even noticed the non-funny new kid. They acted like he was invisible.   That night, George’s parents took him out to Ernie’s Ice Cream Emporium. While they were sitting outside and George was finishing his root beer float, a shooting star flashed across the sky. So George made a wish.   I want to make kids laugh—but not get into trouble.   Unfortunately, the star was gone before George could finish the wish. So only half came true—the first half.   A minute later, George had a funny feeling in his belly. It was like there were hundreds of tiny bubbles bouncing around in there. The bubbles ping-ponged their way into his chest, and bing-bonged their way up into his throat. And then . . .    George let out a big burp. A huge burp. A SUPER burp!   The super burp was loud, and it was magic.   Suddenly George lost control of his arms and legs. It was like they had minds of their own. His hands grabbed straws and stuck them up his nose, making him look like a walrus. His feet jumped up on the table and started dancing the hokey pokey. Everyone at Ernie’s Emporium started laughing—except George’s parents, who were covered in the ice cream he’d kicked over while he was dancing.   The burp came back over and over again. And every time it did, it made a mess of things. A mess George got in trouble for. Which was why George couldn’t let that burp burst out of him now!   But the burp really wanted to come out and play.   Cling clang! Already the bubbles were kicking at his kidneys and climbing up his colon.   Twing twang! The bubbles twisted around his teeth and tickled his tongue.   And then . . .    Uh-oh! The magical super burp was free. Now whatever the burp wanted to do, George had to do. And what the burp wanted to do was monkey around.   His mouth started making monkey sounds. “Ook, ook, ook!”   His arms started scratching at his fur . . . uh . . . er, skin.   His back curved. And his feet started bouncing up and down.   “George is getting all weird again!” Louie Farley told Mrs. Kelly.   George frowned. Louie was such a tattletale. Not that Mrs. Kelly had to be told. It was hard to miss all that ooking, scratching, and bouncing.   “Ook! Ook!” George said.    His hands stopped scratching just long enough to grab a big hunk of monkey bread from Mrs. Kelly’s desk. Then he shoved the bread into his mouth.   “George, that’s rude!” Mrs. Kelly scolded. “Sit down now!”   George wanted to sit down. He really did. But George wasn’t in charge. The burp was. And it wanted to go ape!   “Ook! Ook!”   Scratch, scratch.   Pop!   Just then, George felt something burst in his belly. All the air rushed out of him. The super burp was gone. But George was still there, all bent over with his hands scratching his sides.   “Oooh. George is gonna get it now,” Louie told his pals, Max and Mike.   Mrs. Kelly sighed. She said, “I know monkey bread is delicious. Especially the first time you try it. But that’s no excuse for just grabbing it, George.”   George sat down and opened his mouth to say “I’m sorry.” And that’s exactly what came out.   Mrs. Kelly nodded. Then she continued with the lesson. “My grandmother and my great-uncle Edgar were fascinating people. But I’ll bet you don’t know why I told you about them.”   The kids all stared at her. They had no idea.   “Everyone has interesting people in their family,” Mrs. Kelly explained. “And you’re going to learn about your relatives when we study our family trees in social studies this week.”   “Social studies?” Max asked. “Didn’t we just study trees in science?”   “Family trees aren’t real trees,” Mrs. Kelly explained. “They’re your family history. I want each of you to research your family tree to find someone who did something unexpected or exciting.”   “What if everyone in our family tree is boring?” George asked.   “I’ll bet there’s someone in your family who did something surprising,” Mrs. Kelly assured him. “And you’re going to get to tell everyone in Beaver Brook about it on Friday night during our Family Tree Festival Assembly.”   “How are we going to fit everyone from Beaver Brook in the auditorium?” Mike asked.   “We’re not,” Mrs. Kelly assured him. “Your parents will be invited to come to the assembly. Everyone else can watch on TV at home. A reporter from Channel Forty-Seven News will be there to film your reports for a special they’re doing on family trees.”   That got George’s attention. TV was a huge deal.    “Wow!” Julianna exclaimed. “That’s the news my family watches.”   “Mine too,” Sage said. “I love the way they make little frowny faces on the raindrops during the weather report.”   “I’m going to have to get a haircut if I’m going to be on TV,” Louie said. “I want to look good.”   George snickered. It would take more than a haircut to make Louie look good.   “How are we going to find out about our ancestors?” Alex asked Mrs. Kelly.   “You can start online,” Mrs. Kelly explained. “I will show you a website that locates documents that tell you where your relatives came from and what jobs they had.”   “I don’t need a website to tell me my relatives had important jobs that made a lot of money,” Louie said. “The Farleys are all important—and rich.”   “Don’t be so sure,” Mrs. Kelly warned Louie. “You never know what you may find out when you look into your history. Strange branches can be found on family trees.”   “Who knows what kind of strange things are hanging from George’s tree,” George heard Louie whisper to Max and Mike.   Alex must have heard it, too, because he whispered to George, “Louie’s a jerk.”   George laughed. “Yeah. They could have named beef jerky after the people on the Farley family tree,” he whispered back to Alex.   Then he shook his head. That couldn’t be right. Because beef jerky was pretty good. And there was nothing good about Louie Farley.; Title: A Royal Pain in the Burp #15 (George Brown, Class Clown) | [
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19,231 | 18 | Ellen Labrecque is a former Senior Editor for Sports Illustrated for Kids and the author of over twenty nonfiction books for young readers, including biographies of Jim Thorpe and Magic Johnson.Who Was Winston Churchill? When Winston Churchill walked into the House of Commons to make his first speech as prime minister of England, he was sixty-five years old. He wore a dark suit and a serious face.It was May 13, 1940, and the beginning of World War II, the deadliest war in history. When Winston entered the giant hall, the six hundred Members of Parliament did not applaud. They sat silently. Many of them doubted that England could survive the war. Many wanted to make peace with Adolf Hitler of Germany. You ask, what is our aim? Winston boomed into the microphone. I can answer in one word. It is victory. Victory at all costs. Victory in spite of all terror. Victory however long and hard the road may be. For without victory there is no survival. The speech was short, but electrifying. When he finished, thunderous applause rose from the crowd. Winstons powerful words made his audience feel hopeful. Winston Churchill was a master public speaker and writer. As World War II raged on, Winston made many speeches that rallied his people. His voice was broadcast on the radio around the world. He gave people courage during the dark days of the war. Winston lived for ninety years as a soldier, politician, writer, and painter. He endured many failures and setbacks during his long life. But, when he was needed the most, he rose to the challenge. Winston Churchill was the right man, at the right time. Chapter 1: A Royal Childhood Winston Churchill was born two months before his due date on November 30, 1874. Perhaps he was in a hurry to begin his remarkable life! After all, he was the firstborn child to one of the most rich and famous families in England. Winstons family home was called Blenheim Palace in Woodstock, England. It had 187 rooms and sat on two thousand acres! Queen Victoria ruled England when Winston was born. During her reign, from 1837 to 1901, Great Britain was the most powerful country in the world. The Churchill family was part of the British aristocracy, or the countrys wealthy ruling class. Winston was a member of one of a few hundred British families who held most of the land, money, and power. Winstons father, Lord Randolph Churchill, came from a long line of British nobility. Lord Randolphs fatherWinstons grandfather, John Spencer-Churchillwas the seventh Duke of Marlborough. From the day he was born, Winston was taught that Great Britain was the greatest country on earth. I was a child of the Victorian era, Winston wrote.When the realization of the greatness of our empire and of our duty to preserve it was ever growing stronger. Winstons mother, Jeanette (Jennie) Jerome, was a beautiful and wealthy American. Jennies family was in England on vacation when she met Lord Randolph. They became engaged just days after they met. Winstons mother and father loved their son. But, like most wealthy English parents at the time, they did not spend much time with him. Instead, Randolph spent his days working for the British government. Jennie spent her days going to parties. As an adult, Winston wrote that his mother shone for me like the evening star. I loved her dearly, but at a distance. Winston was raised and adored by his nanny, Mrs. Elizabeth Everest. He called her Woomany. Woomany looked after Winston for his entire childhood. She cared for him all day and tucked him into bed at night. When Winston was two, the Churchills moved to Dublin, Ireland. Winstons grandfather became an official for the British government there. Winstons father went to work for him as his personal secretary. Winston was a lonely child and had few playmates. But he loved playing with his toy soldiers in his familys garden. He fought pretend battles and made forts for the soldiers in the dirt. Winstons only sibling, his brother, John (Jack) Stranger Spencer-Churchill, was born when Winston was five years old. He and Jack were good friends their entire lives. Soon after Jack was born, Lord Randolph started a new job in the British government. The Churchills moved back to London. Like many wealthy English boys, Winston was sent to boarding school when he was seven. He attended St. Georges School in Ascot, England. The headmaster at St. Georges was a strict man who beat the boys if they misbehaved. How I hated this school, Winston said. I counted the days and hours to the end of every term. Winston missed his brother, Jack. He also hated most of his subjects, especially math. He loved to escape by reading books. One of his favorites was Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson, a story about pirates searching for gold. Winston dreamed of having his own adventures someday. 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19,232 | 2 | Nancy Krulik has written over one hundred books for children and young adults, including two New York Times best sellers. Her very first story (in first grade) was about how she wanted to be Mary Poppins because she wanted to dance in the park with Bert and the penguins. Aaron Blecha was raised by a school of giant squid in Wisconsin and now lives with his family by the south English seaside. He works as an artist designing funny characters, animating cartoons, and illustrating books, including the Harry Hammer shark series. You can enjoy more of his weird creations at www.monstersquid.com.Chapter 1 Georgie stole the cookie from the cookie jar..., Sage sang out as the yellow school bus rolled down the highway late Friday afternoon. George Brown frowned and sank down in his seat. He really hated when Sage called him Georgie. For a minute, he thought about ignoring her. But since his teacher and his parents were also on the bus, that wasnt a good idea. So he replied, Who, me? Yes, you, the other kids on the bus sang. Couldnt be, George said. Then who? the other kids sang back. Julianna stole the cookie from the cookie jar, George chanted. Who, me? Julianna sang. Yes, you, the others chanted back. As the kids turned their attention to Julianna, George reached into his snack bag and pulled out a chocolate-chip cookie. I wish Sage wasnt on this trip, he whispered to his best friend, Alex, who was sitting next to him. Dont let her ruin your weekend, Alex said. Its going to be great. How many kids get the chance to go on a community-service ski trip? George almost hadnt believed it when his teacher, Mrs. Kelly, first announced that the fourth grade of Edith B. Sugarman Elementary School would be taking part in a snow-sports competition to help raise money to buy books for the library in an elementary school in China. But that was exactly what they were doing. The kids had been studying earthquakes in science class when they read about a big one that struck a poor, small village in China. The quake hit near an elementary school, and the entire school library had been destroyed. Thats when the fourth-graders at Edith B. Sugarman Elementary decided to come to the rescue by raising money to replace the books that had been lost in the quake. At first, George figured they were going to have a few bake sales to raise the money. But going on a ski weekend with his friends and their families was a whole lot better than selling cupcakes! Not even Sage could ruin that. Can I have another one of your moms cookies? Alex asked George. All my mom put in my snack pack were carrots and apple slices. George reached into his bag and handed one to Alex. George felt bad for his friend. Alexs mom was a dentist. Candies and cookies were in short supply for him. Thanks. Alex popped the cookie into his mouth. So, did you get that new snowboard you wanted? George was about to explain that his parents had told him the snowboard hed been eyeing was way too expensive, but something stopped him. Apparently Sage wasnt the only trouble George was facing on this trip. Something much worse had come along for the ride. Something scary. And dangerous. And bubbly. There were hundreds of bubbles bouncing around in Georges belly! Bing-bong! The bubbles were bashing into his bladder. Ping-pong! They were pouncing on his pancreas. And wiggling up his windpipe! George shut his lips tight and tried to keep the bubbles from bursting out. He rubbed his head and tapped his stomach. That was the secret signal he was supposed to give Alex whenever he felt a burp coming. If Alex saw the signal, he knew to get George out of there. But Alex couldnt help George today. Dude, not now! he whispered, trying not to draw any attention to what George was doing. Were trapped on a bus. George may have been trapped, but the bubbles werent going to stay that way. They tickled Georges tongue and twisted around his teeth. And then...George let out a burp so strong and so loud that mountain climbers at the top of Mount Everest could probably hear it. Now that the burp was out, it was in charge. Whatever it wanted, George had to do. Because the super burp wasnt just loud. It was magic. George! his mother scolded. What do you say? George wanted to say excuse me. He really did. But George didnt control what he said. The burp did. And what the burp wanted to say was, I stole the cookie from the cookie jar! Thats not how you play the game, Georgie, Sage told him. Youre supposed to wait your turn and then say someone elses name. But super burps play by their own rules. So the next thing George knew, he was flinging cookies all around the bus, like tiny chocolate-chip-filled Frisbees. Incoming cookies! George shouted. He flung one at Sages head. Ow! Sage exclaimed. Thanks for the cookie, Georgie. But you could have just passed it to me. Here comes another, George announced, flinging a cookie into the air. His pal Chris ducked. The cookie sailed over him and bounced off Maxs nose. George, please behave! Mrs. Kelly scolded. Stand down, soldier, Georges dad demanded. Uh-oh. When Georges dad used army-speak, it meant he was angry. Not that George blamed him. Throwing cookies around the bus wasnt a smart thing to do. But George couldnt help it. Yo, Julianna! George shouted. Heads up! He threw a cookie right at her. Julianna opened her mouth and caught the cookie between her teeth. The kids cheered. But the grown-ups werent cheering. They were angry. George, halt! his dad shouted. Put the cookie ammunition back in the bag. What have I told you about wasting food? his mother added. Stop that right now. Unfortunately, George was powerless to stop. The burp made him reach into his snack bag, pull out another cookie, and... Pop! Just then, George felt something burst in the bottom of his belly. All the air rushed out of him. The super burp was gone. But George was still there, on the bus, with angry adult eyes glaring at him. George opened his mouth to say, Im sorry. And thats exactly what came out. Mrs. Kelly sighed and shook her head. I know its hard to sit still on a long bus ride, she said finally. But it will be worth it when we get there. So can you just try to behave for a little while longer? Yes, maam, George said. He looked down at his feet. It was a lot better than looking at the disappointed expressions on his parents faces. Hed seen those expressions a lot since theyd moved to Beaver Brook. It all started when George and his family first moved there. Georges dad was in the army, so the family moved around a lot. By now, George understood that first days at school could be pretty rotten. But this first day was the rottenest. At his old school, George had been the class clown. He was always pulling pranks and making jokes. But George had promised himself that things were going to be different at Edith B. Sugarman Elementary School. He was turning over a new leaf. No more pranks. No more whoopee cushions or spitballs shot through straws. No more goofing on teachers when their backs were turned. But George didnt have to be a math whiz like Alex to figure out how many friends you could make being the unfunny, well-behaved new kid in school. Zero. Nada. Zilch. That night, Georges parents took him out to Ernies Ice Cream Emporium. While they were sitting outside and George was finishing his root beer float, a shooting star flashed across the sky. So George made a wish. I want to make kids laughbut not get into trouble. Unfortunately, the star was gone before George could finish the wish. So only half came truethe first half. A minute later, George had a funny feeling in his belly. It was like there were hundreds of tiny bubbles bouncing around in there. The bubbles hopped up, down, and all around. They ping-ponged their way into his chest, and bing-bonged their way up into his throat. And then... George let out a big burp. A huge burp. A SUPER burp! The super burp was loud, and it was magic. Suddenly, George lost control of his arms and legs. It was like they had minds of their own. His hands grabbed straws and stuck them up his nose like a walrus. His feet jumped up on the table and started dancing the hokey pokey. Everyone at Ernies started laughingexcept Georges parents. The magical super burp came back lots of times after that. And every time it did, it got George into trouble. Like the time it got him stuck in the giant nostril slide at the science museum. Or the time it made him drop ooey-gooey pizza dough all over his head at the pizza parlor. Or the time it made him dance his pants off on live TVgiving all of Beaver Brook a look at his tighty whities. Now that was embarrassing. The only other person who knew about the burp was Alex. George hadnt told him. 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19,233 | 15 | Barbara Lowell lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma, a long way from the world's tallest Ferris wheel, the Singapore Flyer.; Title: George Ferris, What a Wheel! (Penguin Core Concepts) | [
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19,235 | 2 | Nancy Krulik has written over one hundred books for children and young adults, including two New York Times Best Sellers. Her very first story (in first grade) was about how she wanted to be Mary Poppins because she wanted to dance in the park with Bert and the penguins.Aaron Blecha was raised by a school of giant squid in Wisconsin and now lives with his family by the south English seaside. He works as an artist designing funny characters, animating cartoons, and illustrating books, including the Harry Hammer shark series. You can enjoy more of his weird creations at www.monstersquid.com.CHAPTER ONE Its so cold out here my boogers are freezing, George Brown told his friend Alex as the boys trudged through the snow on their way to their friend Chriss house. This wind is making my eyes tear, Alex said. Its lucky the salt in tears keeps them from freezing. Can you imagine having icy eyeballs? The only good thing about it being so cold, George said, is that none of the grown-ups are going to want to go outside and shovel their own walks, which means more money for us. George reached up and pushed Chriss doorbell. A minute later Chris came to the doorin his pajamas! You cant shovel in those, Alex told him. Put on your snow pants. Weve got to get to work before some other kids start a shoveling business. Chris shook his head. I cant shovel today, he told the boys. What are you talking about? George said. We planned it all out last night when they announced school was going to be closed. I know, Chris admitted. But Im working on my new Toiletman comic book. And Im really on a roll. I cant stop now. George frowned. He knew Chris loved making his comic books. But they were talking money here! Cant you draw later? he asked. No. I have to get at least five pages drawn today to stay on my schedule, Chris explained. Alex and George looked at each other. What was Chris talking about? What schedule? Alex asked him. Rodney said if I can draw a twenty-two-page Toiletman comic book, he would print it for me and sell it as a limited edition, Chris explained. Hes doing a special local-artists-week promotion at his store. If I want to be part of it, I have to get this done really fast! Wow, George said. That was impressive. Rodney was the owner of the Made for Mutants Comic Book Shop. If Rodney thought Chriss Toiletman comic was good enough to sell, it had to be really terrific. Im sorry, guys, Chris apologized. But I cant shovel snow with you today. Its okay, Alex said. Come on, George. George nodded. Good luck with the comic, he told Chris. Well see you in school tomorrow. He looked out at the mounds of snow and the gray clouds overhead. If there is school, he added. You never know. It might snow again today! * * * Think of it this way, Alex said a little while later as he and George shoveled the snow that had piled up outside Georges moms craft shop, Knit Wits. We only have to split the money two ways, which means more money for each of us. True. George added a big pile of snow to the mound he and Alex were building off to the side of the store. What are you going to do with your cash? Alex asked him. George didnt answer. He couldnt. He was afraid to open his mouth. Something awful might slip out if he did. Bing-bong. Ping-pong. The something awful was already bouncing around inside his belly. There were bubbles in there. Hundreds of them. And they werent ordinary run-of-the-mill stomach bubbles, either. They were magical super-burp bubbles. And there would be trouble if those bubbles broke loose. There was always trouble when the magical super burp came around. Georges bubble trouble had started right after his family moved to Beaver Brook. Georges dad was in the army, and his family moved around a lot, which meant George had been the new kid in school lots of times. So he understood that first days could be rotten. But this first day was the rottenest. In his old school, George was the class clown. But George had promised himself that things were going to be different this time. No more pranks. No more making funny faces behind teachers backs. Unfortunately, George didnt have to be a math whiz to figure out how many friends a new, unfunny kid makes on his first day of school. Zero. None. Nada. That night, Georges parents took him out to Ernies Ice Cream Emporium just to cheer him up. While they were sitting outside and George was finishing his root beer float, a shooting star flashed across the sky. So George made a wish. I want to make kids laughbut not get into trouble. Unfortunately, the star was gone before George could finish the wish. So only half came truethe first half. A minute later, George had a funny feeling in his belly. It was like there were hundreds of tiny bubbles bouncing around in there. The bubbles ping-ponged their way into his chest, and bing-bonged their way up into his throat. And then . . . George let out a big burp. A huge burp. A SUPER burp! The super burp was loud, and it was magic. Suddenly George lost control of his arms and legs. It was like they had minds of their own. His hands grabbed straws and stuck them up his nose like a walrus. His feet jumped up on the table and started dancing the hokey pokey. Everyone at Ernies Ice Cream Emporium started laughingexcept Georges parents, who were covered in the ice cream hed kicked over while he was dancing. After that night, the burp came back over and over again. And every time it did, it made a mess of things. That was why George couldnt let that burp burst out of him nownot right in front of his moms store. But the magical super burp really wanted to come out and play. Cling-clang. Fling-flang. The bubbles were beating on his bladder and leaping over his lungs. Boing-bong. The bubbles trampled onto Georges tongue. Gling-glong. They gathered on his gums. And then . . . Bubble, bubble, George was in trouble. Dude! No! Alex shouted. Dude, yes! The magical super burp was free. Now George had to do whatever the burp wanted to do. And what the burp wanted to do was have a snowball fight! Georges hands reached down for some snow. They packed it into a tight ball and... Bam! George pelted Alex right in the leg with the snowball. Hey! Alex shouted. Okay. You asked for it! He bent down to pick up some snow of his own. Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Before Alex could even stand up, George pelted him with four more snowballsright in the rear end. Normally, George would never have been able to make that many snowballs that fast. But its a little-known fact that magical super burps are snowball-making machines. Alex stood up. He tried to run away from the oncoming snowballs. But the burp was ready for him. George threw a snowball at Alexs head with his left hand. He threw a snowball at Alexs belly with his right hand. Alex tried to leap out of the way. George threw a snowball at Alexs knees. He threw another at his shoulder. Alex moved to the left. Bam! George got him in the gut. Alex jumped to right. Bam! George slammed him in the ribs. George, stop that right now! George heard a familiar voice. He turned around to see his mother. She had come outside to see what was going on. Get back to work! his mother told him. I need this sidewalk shoveled so my customers can get through. George wanted to get back to work. He really did. But burps dont like to work. Burps just want to have fun. So George made another snowball. And another. And another. Then he started juggling the snowballs. Throwing and catching. Throwing and catching. Georges mom walked toward him, scolding, Stop that now. Im not asking you. Im telling you! Dude! Stop! Alex pleaded But George couldnt stop. The burp wouldnt let him. Throw. Catch. Throw . . . SPLAT! A snowball hit Georges mom, right on top of her head. Her eyes grew really big. She was really surprised. Pop! Just then, George felt something burst in the bottom of his belly. All the air rushed out of him. The magical super burp was gone. But George was still there. And so was his mom. She had snow in her hair. It was dripping down her cheeks and over her nose. Alex didnt look any happier. He was staring at all the snow he was going to have to shovel all over again now that George had thrown it all over the place. What do you have to say for yourself? Georges mother asked him angrily. George opened his mouth to say, Im sorry. And thats exactly what came out. Not as sorry as youre going to be if you dont start shoveling, his mother said. George picked up his shovel and got right back to work. He frowned as his mom walked back into her craft shop. Stupid super burp. It was always getting him in trouble. 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19,236 | 0 | Wiley Blevins is a writer living in New York City. He enjoys traveling the world and teaching chickens to dance the rumba.Ben Clanton has a playful, humorous style of art that is perfect for Level 1 readers. He illustrated Max Has a Fish and The Table Sets Itself.; Title: Max Finds an Egg (Penguin Young Readers, Level 1) | [
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19,239 | 2 | Ginjer L. Clarke writes fun, fact-filled nonfiction books about weird, wonderful stuff. Her books have sold a combined total of more than 3 million copies worldwide, have been on best-seller lists, and have been featured in book fairs and on reading lists. Ginjer loves to learn new things and is excited to share her chapter book series to take readers on journeys around the world to explore unique habitats and the animals, plants, and people who live there.Ginjer is an experienced and entertaining school, library, and conference presenter, who has appeared at more than 150 elementary schools, regional reading and writing conferences, statewide book festivals, many bookstores and libraries, and even a zoo. She is a graduate of James Madison University and lives in Richmond, Virginia, with her husband, young son, and several silly-looking pets.Introduction One of the noisiest animals in the world lets out its whooping call, waking you up before sunrise. Hundreds of other animals add in their shrieks, squeaks, and squawks throughout the day and night, creating quite a ruckus. All around, you smell sweet flowers, stinky, rotting fruit, decaying leaves, and lots of animal poop. You feel hot, sticky, and very wet. And suddenly, its pouring rain! You duck under a giant leaf for cover. Yikes! A huge snake slithers by on the ground. Danger lurks around every corner. Even the trees are dangerous! But here, you also see brilliant flashes of color as rainbow-colored birds and big blue butterflies spiral through the trees. You catch glimpses of thousands of other colorful creatures, too, like deadly tree snakes, tiny poisonous frogs, and mischievous monkeys. Many of the wild fruits that grow in the trees are also brightly coloredand tasty. Where are you? Youre in the Amazon rainforest! This tropical rainforest in South America is one of the most spectacular, surprising places, or habitats, on the planetand it is in danger. Chapter 1: What is the Amazon Rainforest? Visiting a rainforest is like walking into a living museum. North American forests are only thirty-three million years old, but rainforests are more than one hundred million years old. The average rainforest tree lives much longer than a humanbetween one hundred and five hundred years! All rainforests are remarkable, but the Amazon rainforest is the largest and most diverse. The continent of South America looks like a wizards hat turned upside down. It is very wide at the top and then narrows to a thin point at the bottom. At the wide part of the hat is the Amazon rainforest, which covers more than two million square miles. Thats almost as big as the United States (not including Alaska and Hawaii). More than half of the Amazon rainforest is located in Brazil. The rainforest also extends west into Peru and Ecuador, north into parts of Colombia, Venezuela, and Guyana, and south into Bolivia. More plants and animals live in the Amazon rainforest than in any other habitat, and many of them dont exist anywhere else on the planet. So far, scientists have identified more than 425 different species (or related groups) of mammals, 1,300 birds, about 3,000 fish, around 400 reptiles, 400 amphibians, and 2 million insects in the Amazon. There are also more than 50,000 different types of plants. And hundreds more have yet to be discovered! Everything that lives in the rainforest is interconnected. This means that the plants and animals depend on one another for survival. They also compete for resources like water and sunshine. For example, a fig tree needs soil, rain, and sunshine to grow figs. A monkey then eats this sweet fruit from the tree as a main part of its diet. But if the monkey is not careful, a larger animal, such as a snake or an eagle, will eat the monkey. Each animal depends on the other for food. If one link is missing, the whole chain is broken. One of the main reasons there are so many plants and animals in the Amazon rainforest is that it is located at the equator. The equator is the imaginary line that circles the middle of the Earth. The area near the equator gets the most direct sunlight on the planet, so it is hot throughout the entire year. The temperature in the Amazon rainforest stays between 70 and 90 Fahrenheit all the time. The Amazon has high humidity, meaning the air is filled with moisture. Even when it is not raining, the air in the rainforest feels wet and steamylike a bathroom after someone has taken a long, hot shower. The rainforest gets a lot of rain. During the wet season, from January to June, it rains every day, usually just a quick downpour. Flash! Crash! Thunderstorms in the Amazon can be forty times more powerful than storms in the United States. When rain falls in the Amazon rainforest, the water is used in three ways. First, the tallest trees drink the rain through their leaves and use the water to grow taller. In most forests, a lot of rain falls through the trees to the ground, but the rainforest is so dense that these trees absorb most of the rain. Second, the soil on the rainforest floor takes in the leftover rain, which the lower plants and trees suck up through their roots. That process is called plant uptake. Third, the Amazon River collects rain, too, often flooding its banks into the forest. Many animals come to drink the river water and bathe in it, and lots of other animals live in the river. Because the rainforest is so hot, some of the water escapes out of the leaves through transpiration. It rises back into the air to form clouds as condensation. Rain, or precipitation, falls again, and the cycle repeats almost every day. With lots of available sunshine and rain, the trees grow tall and provide a home and food for many animals. But there is more to the rainforest than just the trees! The Amazon River is another important piece of what makes the Amazon rainforest so vibrant. It is the largest river in the world, and its waters are crucial to everything that lives in this habitat. In order to study the enormous Amazon rainforest, scientists have divided it into five main layers, from the bottom to the top. The Amazon River is home to aquatic animals like dolphins, reptiles, and fearsome fish. It is also where large mammals like the jaguar and capybara hunt and drink water. The forest floor is the very bottom of the rainforest. It is dark, hot, and quiet because it receives only 1 percent of the sunlight from above. Ants, insects, and fungi feed off the layer of dead leaves and mosses. Large mammals like the tapir and anteater forage on the ground. The understory is the part of the rainforest that is below the tall trees but above the ground. It is full of small trees, bushes, and animals like the green iguana and emerald tree boa. The shy ocelot hides and hunts in the shadows. The canopy (say: KAN-uh-pee) is the rainforests roof, made of a dense cover of trees all reaching for the sunlight. Monkeys and toucans are among the many noisy creatures that live there. The emergent trees (say: e-MUR-junt) poke through, or emerge from, the canopy and tower up to two hundred feet high. This is where harpy eagles, scarlet macaws, and morpho butterflies soar. Lets take a trip into the Amazon to see what plants and animals live in each of these layers.; Title: What's Up in the Amazon Rainforest | [
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19,241 | 18 | Geoff Edgers is a reporter atThe Boston Globeand author ofWho Were The Beatles?andWho Was Elvis Presley?; Title: Who Is Stan Lee? (Who Was?) | [
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19,242 | 13 | Pamela Pollack and Meg Belviso are authors of several books in this series, includingWho Is George Lucas?andWho Was Susan B. Anthony?Who Was Lucille Ball? In the spring of 1952, cities across America experienced a mysterious drop in the water pressure every week between 9:30 and 9:35 p.m. In New York City, it seemed impossible to get a taxi on a Monday night. All the cabbies were off duty. And in Chicago, a department store changed its business hours because it seemed like no one was shopping on Monday nights anymore. What was going on? It turned out that it was all related to a TV show! A half-hour comedy. On Monday nights, Americans from coast to coast rushed through their dinner. Kids finished their homework as fast as they could. By nine oclock everyone gathered in front of their televisions. And waited. In the 1950s, TVs took a while to warm up. Finally a big heart appeared against a satin background. The theme song of I Love Lucy began, and America was watching. It turned out that the viewers across the country were all waiting for the show to be over before using the bathroom. Toilets all flushing at the same time had caused the water pressure to drop throughout one city! No one wanted to miss a minute of Lucy. Lucille Ball, the star of the show, was the most beloved woman on television. Whatever trouble she was in, Lucy could make it seem like the funniest thing anyone had ever seen. All over the country, people couldnt stop laughing. How did Lucille Ball become one of Americas first big TV stars? It wasnt easy. She worked for years in Hollywood, making movies before she got a chance to show TV viewers how funny she could be. But she wasnt afraid of hard work. And she wasnt afraid to take a pie in the face or fill her pockets with eggs or her mouth with chocolates, all to make people laugh. I Love Lucy was the name of her show, and how could you not? Chapter 1: Lucyball Lucille Desiree Ball was born in Jamestown, New York, on August 6, 1911. Although she always preferred Lucille, her family nicknamed her Lucyball, and the world came to know and love her as Lucy. Her father, Henry, worked for Bell Telephone, putting up phone lines all over the country, so he, Lucy, and Lucys mother, Desiree, moved around a lot. When Lucy was three and her mother was pregnant, Henry died of typhoid fever. Lucy and her mother, who was known as DeDe, moved in with DeDes parents, Frederick and Florabelle Hunt. The family lived in Celoron, New York, not far from Jamestown. There, Lucys brother, Fred Ball, was born in 1915. Other relatives came to live at the house in Celoron, too, including Lucys young cousin Cleo. Grandpa Fred took Lucy to the theater to see the live vaudeville shows in Jamestown on Saturdays and to the silent flickers (movies) shown outside in the park during the summer months. Even though she was still very young, Lucy was a responsible girl. After her grandmother died, she looked after her younger cousins. From the time she was ten, she took any odd job she could find. She sold hot dogs at the local boardwalk, and she worked at an ice-cream shop until she was fired for always forgetting to put the banana in the banana split. By the time she was a teenager, Lucy was very independent. She was the first girl in town to bobor cut shorther hair, which was very shocking in the early 1920s. She was a flappera slang word for the rebellious young women who wore makeup and short skirts. Lucy liked it when people in town talked about her. She loved the attention. What she really wanted was to be onstage like the performers in the vaudeville acts or in the flickers. There werent a lot of ways to become famous in Celoron. So Lucy started to think about where else she might follow her dream. New York City wasnt that far away. Many of the theaters in America were right there on Broadway. Lucy had never really tried to act before. She couldnt sing or dance, but she thought she could learn. If she just worked hard enough, Lucy was sure she could become a star. And she had never been afraid of hard work. By age fifteen, Lucy had convinced her mother to let her attend acting school in New York City. Even though money was tight, DeDe agreed to pay for Lucy to go for a six-week trial period. Lucy did her best at the school, but her teachers didnt think she had any talent. At the end of the six weeks, the school sent Lucy home with a note telling DeDe that she was wasting her money. They said Lucy would never be an actress. But Lucy didnt care what the school thought. If they didnt want her, she would make it in New York on her own.; Title: Who Was Lucille Ball? | [
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19,243 | 2 | Loren Long (www.lorenlong.com) grew up in Missouri and attended the University of Kentucky in Lexington, where he graduated with a BA in Graphic Design/Studio Art. He then pursued graduate-level studies at the American Academy of Art in Chicago. He and his wife, Tracy, have two sons.; Title: Otis's Busy Day | [
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19,244 | 2 | Cari Meister, author of all the books in the Tiny series, the My Pony Jack series, and the picture book Luther's Halloween, lives on a farm in Minetrista, Minnesota, with her husband, four sons, pony, and many other animals. Visit her at www.carimeister.com; Title: Hi-Ho, Tiny | [
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19,245 | 2 | Nancy Krulik has written over one hundred books for children and young adults, including two New York Times best sellers. Her very first story (in first grade) was about how she wanted to be Mary Poppins because she wanted to dance in the park with Bert and the penguins.Aaron Blecha was raised by a school of giant squid in Wisconsin and now lives with his family by the south English seaside. He works as an artist designing funny characters, animating cartoons, and illustrating books, including the Harry Hammer shark series. You can enjoy more of his weird creations at www.monstersquid.com.Supersonic Man versus the Pickled Tomatoes! George Brown said as he read the title of the comic book. This one looks awesome. The squirty red stuff looks just like blood.It was Tuesday afternoon. George and his pals Alex and Chris were hanging out at the Made for Mutants Comic Book Shop.Chris shook his head. I already have that one, he said. Supersonic Man defeats the tomatoes with garlic, the same way you would ward off vampires.Sounds like hes making tomato sauce, George said. Maybe he should be called Supersonic Chef.George and Alex started laughing. But not Chris. He took his comic books seriously.They must have the one Im looking for somewhere, Chris said. He started thumbing through another stack of comics. I just have to keep searching.Why dont you ask Rodney? Alex asked Chris. He nodded in the direction of the owner of the store.Because looking for just the right comic book is half the fun, Chris explained.George didnt see what was so fun about searching through stacks and stacks of comic books. Sure, comics were fun to read, but this didnt seem all that different from going shopping with his mother. And shopping was boring.Hey, whats this? George asked suddenly. He pointed to a sheet of paper taped to the counter. The paper said Pay It Forward Day Sign-Up Sheet.Alex looked over Georges shoulder. Its the sign-up sheet for Pay It Forward Day, he said.I get that, George replied. But whats Pay It Forward Day?Oh, right. You moved to Beaver Brook after Pay It Forward Day last year, Alex remembered. Its a community-service day we have every year. People help out with things around town. Last year my family helped clean the park. The year before, we painted lampposts.George looked at the sheet. There were a lot of things you could do on Pay It Forward Daycollect coats for needy people, plant flowers around City Hall, read to little kids in the library...What are you doing this year? he asked Alex.Were signed up to serve food to homeless families at the shelter, Alex replied. You want to come with us?Sure, George agreed. Serving food sounded a lot better than collecting coats or planting flowers. Food was always fun.You want to help at the shelter this year, too, Chris? Alex called across the store.Okay, Chris answered without looking up from the stacks and stacks of comic books.What is it you like so much about this Supersonic dude, anyway? George asked Chris.Hes cool, Chris explained. He has the power to travel through time and space, but he uses his mind to fight the bad guys. This one time, he was trapped in a basement with no way out. He found an old metal pipe and turned it into a torpedo. Then he blasted a tunnel and...Chris kept talking, but George wasnt listening anymore. He was too busy worrying about the disaster brewing in his belly. There were bubbles in there. Hundreds of them. And they were going crazy.That could only mean one thing. The magical super burp was back.George knew that trouble was on its way. After all, it had happened to him many times before.; Title: Revenge of the Killer Worms #16 (George Brown, Class Clown) | [
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19,246 | 13 | Martin Widmark was born in 1961 in Sweden and today lives in Stockholm with his family. He has worked as a middle-school instructor and a Swedish-language teacher for immigrants, but he is now a full-time children's book author. Over his career, he has also written several textbooks. He is fascinated by life's little oddities and anything unique, from food and music to languages and people.Chapter 1:A Singing Dog Look! said Maya. Its happened again! She passed Jerry the newspaper and jabbed at an article. The two friends were relaxing in their favorite comfy armchairs in Mayas basement. Mayas basement: otherwise known as the Whodunit Detective Agency Headquarters. They kept everything they needed to run their agency there. Jerry read the newspaper while Maya grabbed their scrapbook and a pair of scissors. The scrapbook was full of articles they had found about all sorts of crimes. Another dog stolen. Jerry sighed when he finished the article. That makes the third one this week. Look at this, said Maya, opening the scrapbook in front of Jerry. She pointed to two other articles that she had pasted under her own headline: Disappearing Dogs. Theres got to be a connection between all these thefts, said Jerry. Maya picked up the scrapbook and nodded. Lets read the article again and see if there are any similarities between the cases. They each took out their notebooks. As they read, Jerry and Maya wrote down the main points in each article. Then they compared what they had written. Only small dogs have disappeared, noted Jerry. No big dogs. I wonder why? Well, its easier to run off with a small dog, said Maya. And a small dog probably isnt as dangerous as a big dog. The dogs have been stolen all over town, said Jerry. Thats right: outside the library, by the church, and in front of the hotel, continued Maya, as she checked over her notes. The dogs were all stolen at around the same time, between seven and seven thirty at night, said Jerry. The owners had left the dogs unattended for only a few minutes, Maya said. But still long enough for the dog thief to strike, said Jerry, scratching his nose thoughtfully with his pen. Maya snipped out the most recent article from the paper and pasted it into the scrapbook. What else do we know? asked Jerry. According to the paper, each dog owner received a mysterious phone call shortly after the disappearance, said Maya. None of them recognized the voice on the other end of the line. The caller demanded that each owner pay one thousand dollarsor they will never see their pets again. The owners must be frantic! said Jerry. And the dogs, too. Maya sighed. Someone rotten enough to steal a dog is probably rotten enough to treat them poorly. Read it again, Maya, and lets see if we missed anything, said Jerry. He closed his eyes to concentrate. Maya straightened up, cleared her throat, and began to read. Maya shut the book with a snap. Jerry jumped. One look at her face and he could tell that she was angry. Very angry. Weve got to do something, she said. Weve got to stand up for those innocent dogs! The two detectives slouched in their armchairs and thought about what they could do. But they didnt come up with any good ideas. Finally, Jerry said, The dogs wont come back just because were sitting here worrying. Lets take a break and clear our heads. That new cowboy movie opened at the Rio Cinema today. Maybe it will give us some ideas. Come on, Maya! Lets go! Maya sighed and got up from her armchair. She put the scrapbook down on the desk. Youre probably right, she said. A change of scenery will do me good. Im too angry to think straight now! What kind of person would be cruel enough to steal someones pet? The newspaper articles made it clear: Pleasant Valley had a criminal on the loose. Maya had a feeling their detective agency would soon have a new case to solve!; Title: The Movie Theater Mystery #7 (The Whodunit Detective Agency) | [
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19,247 | 18 | Dana Meachen Rau has written more than 300 books for children, including picture books, early readers, nonfiction, and biographies.Who Was Harriet Beecher Stowe? During the 1800s, the economy of the southern United States boomed with the production of cotton. Many white plantation owners became rich growing it. They relied on black slaves to work their fields and harvest the cotton. These slaves were not treated as people. They were property to buy and sell, just like livestock or farm equipment. In 1850, the US Congress passed the Fugitive Slave Act. It stated that anyone caught giving food, shelter, or help of any kind to an escaped slave would have to pay a $1,000 fine and spend six months in jail. The people of the United States had long been divided over the issue of slavery. This new law meant that even those who were against slavery could offer no help. If they assisted runaway slaves in any way, they would be breaking the law. Slaves who managed to escape to the North could not be protected. When this law passed, Harriet Beecher Stowe was a writer and mother, living in Brunswick, Maine. She and her family had long been against slavery. But she was especially horrified by stories she heard of slave owners forcibly taking back slaves who had escaped to freedom. No black man, woman, or child was safe. Harriets sister-in-law wrote to her saying, Hattie, if I could use a pen as you can, I would write something to make this whole nation feel what an accursed thing slavery is! After reading the letter, Harriet got up from her chair, crushed the paper in her hands, and declared, I will write something. I will if I live. Harriet Beecher Stowe went on to write one of the most famous books in US history, Uncle Toms Cabin. She worried that no one would listen to what she had to say. But they did. Uncle Toms Cabin was not only an instant success. It changed the course of history. Harriets book revealed the horrors of slavery. It fueled the tensions that led to the Civil War. Her words helped inspire people to change. Her story helped bring an end to slavery in the United States. Chapter 1: A Busy Household Harriet Beecher was born on June 14, 1811, in the small New England town of Litchfield, Connecticut. Her father, Reverend Lyman Beecher, had hoped for a boy whom he wanted to name Henry. But his wife, Roxana, gave birth to a girl instead. They chose to name her Harriet, and called her Hattie for short. The house was already quite full of children when Hattie became the sixth child in the Beecher household. After Hattie, Roxana had two more boys. Hattie was always surrounded by family. Her grandmother and aunt lived right down a garden path from her own house. Because Hatties father was a Congregational minister in town, the Beecher house on the upper end of North Street was often filled with visitors. The family suffered a great loss when Hattie was only five. Her mother died of tuberculosis in September 1816. Later in life, Harriet wrote: I remember the mourning dresses, the tears of the older children, the walking to the burial ground, and somebodys speaking at the grave... we little ones, to whom it was so confused, asked the question where she was gone and would she ever come back? Lyman thought it might be good for Hattie to escape the sadness of the household. Hattie went to live with her other grandmother, aunt, and uncle in Nut Plains, Connecticut. The night Hattie arrived, the outside of their home struck her as a lonely little white farmhouse. But her worries calmed when she entered the parlor, where a cozy fire crackled in welcome. Here, Aunt Harriet turned all of her attention onto little Hattie. She taught Hattie how to knit and sew. She taught her manners and prayers. Hattie spent her time memorizing hymns, poems, and quotes from the Bible. She was intrigued by the treasures around the house brought back by her uncle, Samuel Foote, a sea captain. The house was filled with exotic items, such as fabrics from India, bells from China, and incense from Spain. Hattie stayed in Nut Plains for almost a year before she returned to her family in Litchfield. Back at home, the household didnt go without a mother for long. Lyman was preaching in Boston when he met another HarrietMiss Harriet Porter. They married in the fall of 1817. Hattie remembered the night her new mother arrived in Litchfield. Hattie was sharing a bedroom with her younger brothers when she met her for the first time. She later wrote, A beautiful lady, very fair, with bright blue eyes, and soft auburn hair... came into the room smiling, eager, and happy-looking... and told us that she loved little children, and that she would be our mother. Lyman and Harriet Porter had two more children together while in Litchfield. Hattie grew up in a very religious home. Her father was a powerful, energetic, and famous preacher. He believed that people were born sinful and needed to pray to God to save them so they could enter heaven when they died. Lyman was determined to save soulsboth in his congregation and elsewhere. Throughout New England, he was called to help lead revival events. He was strict with his children and required them to obey him. He did not believe in the rituals of other branches of Christianity, such as celebrating Easter and Christmas. Even though Lyman was busy as a spiritual leader in their community, he still made time to play with his children. The Beecher family was happy and supportive of one another. Hattie later wrote that she was raised in a great household inspired by a spirit of cheerfulness and hilarity. The family chopped wood together and shook chestnuts from trees. They gathered in the kitchen to peel apples for apple butter in the fall. While they worked, their father asked questions and led debates. He entertained them with pranks and by playing the fiddle. At a time when girls were not given as many opportunities as boys, the Beecher family, full of both boys and girls, treated one another equally. When Hattie had a moment alone, she could be found with a book. Her fathers study was one of her favorite rooms. High above all the noise of the house, she wrote, this room had to me the air of a refuge and a sanctuary. Its walls were set round from floor to ceiling with the friendly, quiet faces of books. She would sit in the corner of this room reading while her father wrote at his desk. Searching for more to read one day, she riffled through a barrel where her father kept his sermons. Underneath the old papers, she found a copy of Arabian Nights, a collection of folktales from Asia and the Middle East. She treasured it and read it over and over again. Lyman preferred that Hattie only read religious books. He called novels trash and considered them evil. 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19,248 | 11 | Nico Medina is the author of two YA novels. He works at a publishing house in New York City and lives in Brooklyn.Who WasGenghis Khan?The year was 1179. A teenager named Temujin slept soundly in his felt-walled tent alongside his wife, Borte.The round tent, called a ger, stood alone at the edge of the steppea region of vast, flat grasslands in Mongolia. Temujin and Borte shared this ger with family and friends. Together, they formed a small clan of thirteen people.Most clans lived close together, forming communities of thousands called tribes. But Temujins clan lived alone and isolated.An old woman was awakened by vibrations in the ground.Hoofbeats. Coming closer.She screamed for everyone to wake up. Someone was coming!Three hundred men on horseback from the Merkid tribe raced toward Temujins ger. Eighteen years earlier, Temujins fathera man named Yesugeihad kidnapped his mother from her Merkid husband. Now Temujin was grown, with a wife of his own. The Merkid wanted revenge.; Title: Who Was Genghis Khan? | [
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19,249 | 0 | Nancy Krulik has written more than 100 books for children and young adults, including twoNew York Times bestsellers. Her very first story (in first grade) was about how she wanted to be Mary Poppins so she could dance in the park with Bert and the penguins.CopyrightTitle PageDedicationCHAPTER 1CHAPTER 2CHAPTER 3CHAPTER 4CHAPTER 5CHAPTER 6CHAPTER 7CHAPTER 8CHAPTER 9CHAPTER 10CHAPTER 11Fun Facts about Sparkys Adventures in TokyoAbout the AuthorCHAPTER 1Clickety, clackety. Jingle, jangle.My paws start bouncing. My tail starts wagging. I know what those sounds mean.My Josh is home! Hes at the door!I leap off the couch and run toward the door.Whoops. My tail accidentally knocked something hard and clunky off the table.Oops. My paws step right on that hard-and-clunky something.Suddenly that big box against the wall turns on. The tiny two-legs inside the box start talking to me. Where did they come from?I cant think about that now. Josh is home. Thats all I can think about.I run over and start scratching at the door. Hurry, Josh! I bark to him.The clickety-clackety things keep jingle jangling at the door.I keep scratching.Jingle, jangle.Scratchity, scratch, scratch.The door opens. And there he is! My Josh.My tail wags harder. Josh! I bark happily. Josh! JoWait a minute. Whos that with Josh? Its a girl two-leg. Shes been here before. She and Josh like to play catch in our backyard. Sometimes they let me play. But not always.Are you going to play with me today? I bark to the girl two-leg. Are you?Sparky, stop! Josh yells at me.I dont understand a lot of two-leg words. But I understand those two. So I stop barking.Josh pets me on the head and starts talking to the girl two-leg. It sounds like, Sophie. Blah, blah, blah. Sophie. Blah, blah, blah. Sophie.I think the two-leg must be called Sophie.Sophie sits down on the couch. She smiles at Josh and says something that sounds like, Josh, come.Josh walks over to her.Then, Sophie pats the couch and says, Sit.Josh sits beside her on the couch.This is very strange. Usually Josh is the one who says things like come and sit. And Im the one who comes and sits beside him. I do that because Josh is in charge of me. I wonder if Sophie is in charge of Josh?Josh and Sophie sit on the couch for a long, long time. They say a lot of two-leg things I do not understand. They watch the teeny, tiny two-legs who live inside the box.Then Sophie stands up. She says some more two-leg words. The only word I understand is go. And Josh goesright toward the door.Wow. I guess Sophie is in charge.I start to follow Josh and Sophie outside. But Josh says, Sparky, stay.; Title: Don't Mess with the Ninja Puppy! #6 (Magic Bone) | [
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19,250 | 2 | Ginjer L. Clarke is an experienced and entertaining school, library, and conference presenter, who has appeared at more than 150 elementary schools, regional reading and writing conferences, statewide book festivals, many bookstores and libraries, and even a zoo. She is a graduate of James Madison University and lives in Richmond, Virginia, with her husband, young son, and several silly-looking pets.Introduction Ah-rooo! Do you hear that? A wolf howls in the distance, and then another one answers. If you lean down and listen closely, you can also hear small creatures scampering softly in the sand. You can see their tiny footprints as the moon lights your way in the dark night. Look up! Millions of stars fill the vast night sky. You can see them all, because there are no lights anywhere to block your view. There are no other people nearby, either, but there is still plenty of action around you. Although it is freezing at night, many animals hunt quietly in the dark to avoid the scorching daytime temperatures. After the sun rises, everything changes. Herds of noisy, stinky camels roam the desert. Hundreds of antelopes, gazelles, and ibex clamber over the rocks. Smaller animals burrow underground to escape the intense heat that rises off the sand in shimmering waves. Whats up with this place? Its the Gobi Desert! This central Asian desert is different from other deserts in many ways. And it is one of the wildest habitats on our planet. Chapter One:What Is the Gobi Desert? Visiting the Gobi Desert is almost like going to Mars. Some parts of this desert are rocky, dry, and barren, seemingly without life. The extreme temperatures and lack of water make it hard to believe that anythingor anyonecould survive there. But they do. In fact, many of the animals that live there dont live anywhere else on Earth. The Gobi Desert is the last safe place for some endangered animals that have been pushed out of other habitats by people. Where is this place? The country of Mongolia is in the center of Asia, sandwiched between Russia and China. The Gobi Desert is located in the southern part of Mongolia and the far northern part of China. The Great Wall of China lies just to the south of the desert. The Gobi is the largest desert in Asia and the fifth largest in the world. It is roughly oval-shaped and covers about 500,000 square milesthats twice the size of Texas! Its remote location and challenging climate have made it the least populated habitat on the planet other than the polar ice caps. Deserts cover about 5 percent of the Earths surface. A desert is an area that receives less than ten inches of rain per year. The Gobi gets only about two inches of rain in the west and eight inches of rain in the northeast. Why is the Gobi so dry? It loses more moisture through evaporation than it receives from precipitation. That means it doesnt get enough rainfall to replace the moisture that is lost when the sun heats up the air and sucks out the water. Lack of rainfall in the Gobi is caused by the rain shadow effect, when high mountains block rain from falling, which creates dry land. In this case, the Himalayan Mountains to the south of the Gobi block clouds carrying moisture from the Indian Ocean. The Gobi is also a long way from the Pacific Ocean to the east. Most rain clouds run out of moisture before they reach the Gobi. The northern part of the desert is the farthest place from a large body of water on the planet! The word gobi means waterless place in the Mongolian language, but the Gobi is not completely without water. There are a few rivers in parts of the desert, but most flow only in summer, when the desert gets a little rainfall. Most deserts are very hot, but because the Gobi is the northernmost desert, it can also be very cold. In winter the average temperature is 40 Fahrenheit. Some parts of the Gobi are covered in ice and snow that never melts. In summer the high temperature can go up to 120 Fahrenheit. Sometimes the temperature changes 50 between daytime and nighttime! The drastic weather changes create fierce winds that blow up to thirty miles per hour. Whoosh! The winds sweep across the desert and carry huge amounts of sand with them. Sandstorms can be so massive that they temporarily block out the sun, making day look like night. Sometimes dust devils, which are similar to tornadoes, also develop. Swirl! Whirl! These intense storms start quickly and cause a lot of damage. They can carry away animals, destroy tents, and even strip the paint off vehicles! Most people imagine deserts with lots of sand, but the Gobi is only about 3 percent sand. The landscape is made up mostly of gravel plains, rocky areas, and even some snowcapped mountains. Does this seem like it would be gray and boring? Its not! Rocks come in every size, shape, and color in the Gobi. The many colors are created by the effects of sun, sand, and wind on the rocks. And the colors change during the day as the light changes.; Title: What's Up in the Gobi Desert | [
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19,251 | 11 | Gail Hermanhas written several biographies for young readers, includingWho Was Davy Crockett? and Who Was Jackie Robinson?Who Is Wayne Gretzky? Fifty in fifty. That means scoring fifty goals in fifty hockey games. Maurice The Rocket Richard, of the Montreal Canadiens, was the first National Hockey League player to do it, in the 19441945 season. Ten years passed. Twenty. Thirty. It seemed no other hockey player could pull off the feat. Finally New York Islander Mike Bossy tied the record thirty-six years later. How much time would pass before someone else scored fifty goals in fifty games? One season later, Wayne Gretzky, just twenty years old, skated onto the ice. The place: Northlands Coliseum in Edmonton, Canada. The date: December 30, 1981. Wayne was the center for the Edmonton Oilers. He was about to face off against the Philadelphia Flyers. It had been an amazing season for Wayne. By the thirteenth game, he had thirteen goals. After thirty-five games, he had thirty-eight goals. And after thirty-eight games? He had a whopping forty-five. Now he was ready for game thirty-nine. No oneeverhad scored fifty goals in less than fifty games. Just five more goals and Wayne would do it. On this gusty winter day, Wayne felt lucky. Somehow he knew hed scoreand score big. In the first period he scored two goals, one right after the other. By the end of the second period, he scored again for a hat trick: three goals altogether. Five minutes into the third period, Wayne slid the puck around a rushing defender. He shot, lifting the puck high in the air. He scored! His fourth goal of the game! Now Wayne had forty-nine goals. Could he make it fifty? With ten minutes left, Wayne shot and shot again. Each one was stopped by the Flyers goalie. Only seconds remained. The game was close: Oilers, 6; Flyers, 5. Philadelphia pulled its goalie off the ice. An offensive player skated out, to try to tie the game. It was a risk. Philadelphia left their net wide open. Wayne took off down the ice. Grant Fuhr, the Oilers goalie, pushed the puck to right wing Glenn Anderson. Pass it to me! Wayne shouted from the Flyers zone. Three seconds were left on the clock. Wayne got the puck. A defender charged. Two seconds left. Wayne zipped around the Flyer. He shot. Goal! Wayne had done it. Fifty goals in only thirty-nine games. Teammates mobbed Wayne. The hometown crowd went crazy. Wayne Gretzky didnt just break the record. He destroyed it! By game fifty, he had sixty-one goals. And by the end of the season, Wayne scored ninety-two goals in eighty games for another record. Wayne would go on to break or tie more than sixty records. Most goals in a season and most goals in a career. Most assists in a season and most assists in a career. Most career points. (In hockey, players earn a point for each goal or assist.) If you only counted Waynes assists, hed still have the most points of any player. Ever. Wayne retired in 1999. He hasnt played for years. Yet many of his records still standincluding fifty goals in thirty-nine games. He probably holds the record for holding the most records of any professional athlete. Wayne wasnt the biggest or fastest or strongest. But the way he playedhis style and smartswould change the game. Wayne Douglas Gretzky was a different kind of hockey player, almost from the time he could walk. Chapter 1: Growing Up Gretzky In Canada, hockey is THE sport. When Canadian children dream of being a pro athlete, most dont think of baseball or football. They dream of hockey, and playing for glory in the National Hockey League. Its said Canadian children grow up on skates. Wayne Gretzky did. He started skating when he learned to walk. Wayne was born on January 26, 1961, in Brantford, a small city in the province of Ontario, Canada. In Brantford, it snows for almost half the year. Theres lots of time to skate outdoors. When Wayne was two, his dad bought him his first pair of skates. Walter Gretzky strapped them on for little Wayne. Together, they stepped onto the frozen Nith River. Walter helped Wayne slide along the ice. According to Walter, Hed never ever been on skates before. I put him on the ice. He literally skated. Just skated. And thats where it all beganon the river running right past the Gretzky family farm. Walter Gretzky had grown up on the farm, outside town. He too grew up playing hockey. He met Waynes mom, Phyllis, when he was a teenager. Phyllis went to the games he played. And Walter watched Phyllis play softball. Sports were always a part of their lives. The two married in 1960, and moved to a small house in Brantford. The city is known as the birthplace of the telephone. Its where Alexander Graham Bell worked on his landmark invention. The first telephone factory was built there, too. Phones were big business. And many people worked for Bell Canada. Walter was a lineman for the company. In 1961, Walter was working above a manhole. A phone cable had caught, and Walter was trying to loosen it. He pulled. Suddenly, a heavy frame flew out of the manhole. It hit Walter on the head, cracking his helmet. The next thing he knew, he was lying facedown on the street. Everything was spinning. He had a fractured skull. The accident left Walter deaf in one ear. He had constant headaches. But Walter Gretzky didnt let that stop him. How could he? He and Phyllis had a growing family. After Wayne, Walter and Phyllis had four more children: Kim, Keith, Brent, and Glen. On weekends, theyd all troop out to the family farm to visit their grandparents. Every Sunday after church, Grandma Gretzky made a huge dinner. She was born in Poland. So she served traditional Polish food like pierogi, a kind of dumpling. And every Saturday night, from the time Wayne was little, the family gathered around the TV. They watched a show called Hockey Night in Canada. While the TV was on, Wayne and Grandma had their own face-off. Grandma, the goalie, sat in a chair. Toddler Wayne skated across the floor, shoeless. Using a tiny hockey stick, hed shoot a rubber ball or rolled-up sock between Grandmas legs. Wayne was hooked on hockey. In town, Walter took Wayne to park rinks. Wayne never wanted to leave. Poor Walter waited for hours in the freezing cold. When Wayne was four, Walter had an idea. Hed turn their backyard into a skating rink. First he cut the grass very short. Then he turned on the sprinkler. He let it run all night long. In the morning, the ground was covered in a layer of ice. It was a rink! Now Walter could sit in his warm kitchen and watch Wayne out the window. The family called it Wally Coliseum. Wayne wanted to learn everything about playing hockey. So Walter set up empty detergent bottles. He taught Wayne to weave around them. He ran through drills. Go where the puck is going, he told Wayne again and again. Not where its been. Sometimes Wayne used a tennis ball instead of a puck. It taught him control. But Wayne wanted to play in real games. He begged his father to find him a team. Wayne was too young, his parents thought. He was only five. Back then, players had to be at least ten. But Wayne kept begging. So his parents tried to sign him up for the Brantford Atom league team. They were turned away. Wayne didnt give up. He kept practicing. And he kept after his parents. The next year Wayne turned six. This time, he was allowed to try out. Wayne was smalleven for his age. But all those drills paid off. His skills made him stand out. And he made the team!; Title: Who Is Wayne Gretzky? (Who Was?) | [
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19,252 | 15 | Bonnie Bader has written many books for young children. She lives in Brooklyn, New York.; Title: Fly, Butterfly (Penguin Core Concepts) | [
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19,253 | 20 | Jim Gigliotti is a freelance writer based in Southern California. A former editor at the National Football League, he has written more than 50 books for all ages. His writing credits include biographies for young readers on Olympian Jesse Owens and baseball star Roberto Clemente.Mother Teresa stared out the window of the train as it made its way from the crowded city of Calcutta, India, to the mountain resort town of Darjeeling in September 1946.The Indian countryside was very beautiful. But the train ride took many hours. With lots of twists and turns and zigzags to get up the mountain, the train moved slowly. That was okay, though. It gave Mother Teresa plenty of time to think.Mother Teresa was traveling from St. Marys School for girls to her annual retreat in Darjeeling. A retreat is a good place to get away from the noise and distractions of everyday life, and to spend quiet time in prayer and reflection. It was the perfect time to think about God and to get energized for the coming school year.; Title: Who Was Mother Teresa? | [
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19,254 | 0 | Dori Hillestad Butler has written many books, including The Buddy Files: Case of the Lost Boy, which won the 2011 Edgar Award for Best Juvenile Mystery.She lives in the Seattle area. Follow Dori on Twitter @DorihbutlerAurore Damant is a character designer and art director for animated TV shows in France, Europe, and the United States. She lives in Paris, France.CHAPTER ONE: Meeting Claire's Dad Claires phone buzzed during dinner, interrupting a big conversation her parents were having. Kaz, Little John, Beckett, and Cosmo hovered around the dining-room table. No, Claire, her mom said as Claire reached for her phone. You know the rule. No phones at the dinner table. But it could be a case, Claire said. It can wait, Claires mom said. Your dad and I dont take cases during dinner. You dont need to, either. She held out her hand. Claires parents ran a detective agency out of their home above the library, and held a strict no work during dinner policy. Claire groaned and gave the phone to her mother. Youll get it back after dinner, her mom promised. She laid the phone in her lap, then turned to Claires dad. Now, where were we? You were telling me that you used to see ghosts when you were a kid? he said. Real, live ghosts. Kaz could tell he didnt quite believe it. Oh, yes. Thats right. Claires mom twirled spaghetti noodles around her fork. I started seeing them when I was around nine. Like Claire. And you saw ghosts when you were that age, too? Claires dad asked Grandma Karen. Grandma Karen was Claires moms mother. Yes, Grandma Karen replied. I dont remember if I was eight or nine. Somewhere in there. She took another bite of pasta. But neither of you sees ghosts now. Claires dads eyes shifted back and forth between the two women. No, they said at the same time. Not unless theyre glowing, Grandma Karen added. Thats what ghosts do when they want us to see them. I can see ghosts when theyre not glowing! Claire piped in. Im the only one in the family who can. No one knew why Claire could see and hear ghosts when they werent glowing or wailing. It was a mystery! And no one knew why Claires mom and grandma couldnt see or hear ghosts anymore. Kaz hated to think that one day Claire might not be able to see or hear him. It made him want to work harder on his glowing and wailing skills. There are three ghosts in this room with us right now, Claire added. Four, if you count the ghost dog. Woof! Woof! Cosmo barked as he swam in a circle around Claires dad. I dont know why all the solids who live here need to know about us, Beckett grumbled. Dont call us solids! Claire narrowed her eyes at Beckett. Claires dad looked right through Beckett. Who are you talking to? he asked Claire. Beckett, Claire replied, her mouth full of spaghetti. Hes one of the ghosts here. I dont like it when he calls us solids. Thats why he does it. Hmph, Beckett grunted. Claire swallowed her food. The other ghosts are Kaz and Little John. Kaz is my age. Little John is his six-year-old brother. Maybe... it... would... help... if... he... could... see... us, Little John wailed as a bluish glow filled his body. See,... Claires... dad?... Here... I... am!... Over... here! He waved his arms. Claires dads mouth fell open. Dad, meet Little John. Claire nodded toward Kazs little brother. Claires dad blinked, then rubbed his eyes and looked again at Little John. Kaz wished he could glow and wail so Claires dad could meet him, too. But he couldnt. There was something else he could do to show Claires dad he was here, though. He dove down to the table and picked up the salt shaker. Claires dads eyes opened wider. Since he couldnt see Kaz, it looked like the salt shaker was floating in midair. Kaz had just learned how to pick up solid objects, so he couldnt hang on to the salt shaker for long. He held it carefully between the tip of his thumb and second finger, then transformed it into a ghostly salt shaker. It floated in the air beside Kazs hand, but Claires dad couldnt see it anymore. Where did the salt shaker go? Claires dad asked. Its still there, Claire said. You cant see it because Kaz transformed it. Kaz cant glow or wail like other ghosts, Claires mom explained. But he can transform things. That means he can turn solid objects into ghostly objects, and he can turn ghostly objects into solid objects. Its a very rare skill. Kaz felt proud when he heard Claires mom say that. Claires dad rubbed the back of his neck. So where did all these ghosts come from? he asked. Why are they here? I dont know where Beckett came from, Claire said. But Kaz and Little John used to live in an old schoolhouse with the rest of their family. Then one day last summer, some people tore down the schoolhouse, and Kaz and his family ended up outside. The wind blew Kaz here. For a long time he didnt know what happened to anyone else in his family. But we found Cosmo when we were out solving a case. And you know that purple house on Marion Street? Thats where the wind blew Little John. The other ghosts who lived there told him there were ghosts in the library, so he came here inside a library book and found Kaz. We dont know where the rest of their family is. We... know... where... our... grandma... and... grandpop... are..., Little John wailed. Oh, yeah, Claire said. We found their grandma and grandpa at the nursing home. Claires dad jumped when Little Johns glow went out. Now whered that ghost go? he asked. Hes still there, Claire said. He just ran out of energy. It takes a lot of energy for ghosts to glow brightly enough and wail loudly enough so we can see and hear them. Claires dad rubbed the back of his neck some more. I know its a lot to think about. Claires mom patted her husbands arm. But Ive been wanting to share our little family secret with you for a while. Claires phone buzzed again in her moms lap. Her mom glared. What? Claire said, throwing her hands into the air. I cant help it if someone is calling me. They dont know were having dinner. The look on Claires moms face softened. Thats true, she said as Claires phone continued to buzz. She turned back to Claires dad. Do you have any questions? Yes. Am I ever going to see the salt shaker again? Claires dad asked. Oh! Kaz said. Here you go. He transformed the salt shaker and it reappeared in midair, then fell to the table with a thump. Claires dad picked it up and turned it around. Kaz had a feeling it wasnt just the disappearing and reappearing salt shaker that Claires dad had to think about. It was everything Claire and her mom and her grandma had just told him. Plus seeing Little John with his own eyes. Dont worry, Dad. Youll get used to the ghosts, Claire said. After dinner, Claires mom returned her cell phone as promised. Ive got voice mail! Claire said as she skipped up the stairs to her bedroom. Kaz and Little John swam beside her and listened while Claire played the message back: Hi, Claire? This is Brynlee Larson. We dont really know each other because were not in the same class. But were in the same grade. And I think youre in my brothers class. Do you know RJ Larson? Hes here, too. Another voice said, Hi. Brynlee continued: Anyway, were calling because we heard you solve ghost mysteries. Is that true? If it is, call us back. Or talk to one of us at school tomorrow. Weve got a... situation we want to talk to you about. Okay, bye. Hmm, Claire said. Sounds like we may have a new case! Ill call her back right now.; Title: The Ghost at the Fire Station #6 (The Haunted Library) | [
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19,255 | 6 | Watty Piper is the pseudonym of Arnold Munk, author behind the classic retelling of The Little Engine That Could and cofounder of Platt & Munk Publishers (now part of Grosset & Dunlap.) Munks retelling of the beloved childrens tale has sold millions of copies since its 1930 publication and inspired generations to believe they can.; Title: My First Library | [
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19,256 | 11 | Jim Gigliotti is a freelance writer based in Southern California. A former editor at the National Football League, he has written more than 50 books for all ages. His writing credits include biographies for young readers on Olympian Jesse Owens and baseball star Roberto Clemente.Who Was George Washington Carver? Mrs. Baynham looked out at her garden, but she didnt like what she saw. Mrs. Baynham lived in the biggest house in Diamond Grove, Missouri, in the mid-1870s. Inside the house, everything was in order: pretty paintings and nice furniture. But outside, in the garden, her roses werent blooming. Why not? she wondered. Her friend Susan Carvers roses were blooming. Her roses were big and beautifuland bright red! Mrs. Carver lived on a nearby farm. Mrs. Baynham went over and asked what her secret was to growing such perfect flowers. Its our George, Mrs. Carver said. Hes the one who knows about roses. George was the ten-year-old boy who lived with Mrs. Carver. She was his foster mother. Mrs. Carver had been taking care of George since he was a baby. And George had been taking care of Mrs. Carvers plants and flowers. Actually, George helped out around the farm in many ways. He loved Mrs. Carver as if she were his own mother. He would have done just about anything she asked. But he was especially happy when she asked him to help with her garden. So George went over to Mrs. Baynhams house to take a look at her roses. He knew right away what was wrong.Her roses needed to be moved to a different part of the garden, where they could get more sun. He moved the plants, and soon they were in full bloom! Word spread quickly. And young George started helping many of Mrs. Carvers friends with their plants and flowers. One week, a neighbor needed help with her lilies. Another week, a friend asked for help with her begonias. George always seemed to know how to fix whatever problem there was. Soon, he became known as the Plant Doctor. George never lost that helpful spirit, nor his love for plants and the best way to grow them. He was George Washington Carver, and he used his passion for nature to become one of the most famous, and helpful, scientists in the world.; Title: Who Was George Washington Carver? | [
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19,257 | 13 | Gr 13Set two years before the first Hank Zipzer books (Penguin), this prequel tells the story of how Frankie, Ashley, and Hank came to be friends and introduces readers to Hank's family, neighbors, and classmates. As in the original series, Hank's impulsiveness, disorganization, and penchant for jokes get him into hot water. Only in the second grade, his learning difficulties have not yet been diagnosed, and he struggles with feeling like his brain is full of "soggy oatmeal." The book is set in a typeface Hank would appreciate: it was specifically designed to help readers with dyslexia differentiate letters. The plot and tone, as well as the short sentences, brief chapters, wide margins, and frequent spot art are typical of other early chapter book series. Give this to readers who enjoy the "Horrible Harry" and "George Brown, Class Clown" (both, Penguin) series.Sarah Stone, San Francisco Public LibraryThis new Hank Zipzer series is a prequel, placing our old pal Hank in the second grade. Hank, who has a bit of trouble focusing and a lot of trouble reading and memorizing, learns that his class will perform a play for their parents. Despite help from friends Frankie and Ashley, Hank fails the audition, losing out to tough classmate Nick. Ms. Flowers, Hanks teacher, recognizes that he tried, and she rewards him with a special nonspeaking part: a bookmark. Teased by Nick, Hank learns to buffer the negativity with humor. In the end, Hank embraces his role, and when the play is presented, guess who saves the day? This first installment in a promising series presents childrens unfiltered observations and captures the personalities and perspectives of second-graders. It is filled with laugh lines based on literal understanding and use of language. An added bonus is the Dyslexie font, which was created for persons with dyslexia but helps many other young readers in distinguishing letters and words, too. Grades 1-3. --Jeanne Fredriksen; Title: Bookmarks Are People Too! #1 (Here's Hank) | [
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19,258 | 18 | Jim Gigliotti is a freelance writer based in Southern California. A former editor at the National Football League, he has written more than 50 books for all ages. His writing credits include biographies for young readers on Olympian Jesse Owens and baseball star Roberto Clemente.Who Was Queen Victoria?Nothing was out of the ordinary when eighteen-year-old Princess Victoria went to bed on the evening of Monday, June 19, 1837. She fell asleep in Kensington Palace in London, in the room she shared with her mother, the Duchess of Kent. She had always shared a room with her mother. Her mother never allowed her to be alone.At six oclock the next morning, though, Victorias world changed. She woke up to hear her mother say that two men had arrived at the palace. They wished to see Victoria.The men were the archbishop of Canterbury and the lord chamberlain. The archbishop of Canterbury was the leader of the Church of England. The lord chamberlain was the top official in the royal household, where the king lived.; Title: Who Was Queen Victoria? | [
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19,259 | 13 | Katharine Holabird is the author and Helen Craig is the illustrator of the original Angelina Ballerina picture books.; Title: A Chipping Cheddar Christmas (Angelina Ballerina) | [
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19,260 | 7 | M. D. Payne lives in New York City with his wife and baby girl, and hopes to add a hairy, four-legged monster to his family soon.haunted-house-of-payne.tumblr.com@TheRealMDPaynePrologue I Let me tell you about He Who Would Save Us... It was said that he would come. But when it happened, it wasnt a man in a huge silver plane as I always thought it would be. No, it was a boy who rode on the backs of crocodiles. It was a boy who saved my poor old friends and brought peace once again to The House of Eternal Rest. The boys golden hair was nearly black with mud as he dog-paddled with an unthinkable energy up the White Nile. His journey had started weeks before, deep in the base of a mysterious pyramid, thousands of miles north from where he now swam. He didnt come alone. Following him along the shore was a tired but determined group of monsters, children, and one adult. All of these peopleeach one his frienddesperately wanted to stop him, for they didnt realize he had great work to do, a great mission to fulfill. He Who Would Save Us ignored his friends as they struggled to keep up with him along the riverbank. He gasped and wheezed as he pushed against the current, ignoring their incessant meddling. Chris! yelled the pale man in the suit who led the group on the shore. You have to stop! Behind the pale man in the suit, whom I would come to know as Director Z, the monsters nodded in agreement as they ran. There were seven monsters in all: a waterlogged zombie, a werewolf, a vampire, a Bigfoot, a banshee, a swamp creature, and a small cat-faced lizard creature who I was told came from the moon. Four children, the same age as He Who Would Save Us, struggled to keep up. All of them pleaded for the boy to return to the shore. I have to go, the boy yelled between strokes. I have to go south. He Who Would Save Us was crazed, his eyes wide open, his mouth crooked but determined. He swam like no human should ever be able to swim, using the strength given to him by his power stonethe same power stone that called him to my people. As he swam, a crocodile slunk into the water. Seeing the reptiles, the scaly green swamp creature, who went by the name of Gil, jumped into the churning brown water. SNAP! Powerful crocodile jaws nearly crushed the skull of the swamp creature. Let him go! I wanted to scream, but I couldnt let him or his friends know that I was watching. Youve been in the water for at least thirty miles, Gil said to our young savior. Time to get out before you get some kind of weird river rot. Gil! Director Z yelled from the shore. His black suit coat was wrinkled from running, but there wasnt a drop of sweat. Bring him up here at once. We have to figure out what to do with him. Hes gone mad. Yes, Boss, said Gil. Im happy to get out of here! He burst out of the water with the boy before the crocodile could charge again. Nooooo! He Who Would Save Us screeched. Must go south! Now! Let me go! The gang of monsters surrounded him at the riverbank and pulled him up the shore. He Who Would Save Us struggled to push the monsters away. But they were young and strong, unlike the demented residents of The House of Eternal Rest. I have to do this, he said, frothing at the mouth like a hungry hyena. Let me do this. Its already been long enough. But they held him down. The children, out of breath, finally reached the monsters. Guys, slow down! the boy called Shane said. We can barely keep up. Yeah, well, we almost lost him, said the werewolf, who was called Pietro. He Who Would Save Us tried to run again, but the large, woolly Bigfoot named Roy held him down tightly. LEEEET ME GOOOOOO! he yelled. Shhhhhh! scolded Director Z. Youre making the crocodiles hungry. That crocodile looked hungry already, said the athletic boy, Gordon. He flexed his biceps and peered out over the river. Just try that again. Well be ready! Is Chris cursed? asked the sickly boy named Ben. Nabila, can you try a spell? Ive never seen anything like this before, said the Egyptian girl with glasses, Nabila. But Ill try. She took her hands off of her fanny pack and raised them. ANUBIS-RA-SET! But He Who Would Save Us just kept struggling. Suddenly the water exploded with crocodiles. Teeth flashed as the reptiles pounced on the group, scattering them with fright. But He Who Would Save Us was not scared. He jumped onto the back of one of the crocodiles and kicked his heels into the river creatures side. The crocodile jumped, turned, and crashed back into the water. SPLASH! Wahooooo! yelled He Who Would Save Us, and the crocodile swam swiftly upriver. Catch him, Roy! Director Z yelled so loudly that the trees shook and squawking birds took flight. Sorry, Boss! the Bigfoot said to Director Z. All the teeth scared me. The big monster whimpered and shivered. And why didnt you try to speak with them? Director Z asked Gil. Im a fish, not a reptile, he replied. And dont you know what crocodiles eat? Bigfeet? asked Roy. No, they eat fish! yelled the swamp creature. They eat me! Well, we cant just stand here and argue, said Nabila. Youre right, but we cant keep running, either, said Director Z. Well, think of something, said Gordon. We have to get him so we can get outta here and back home! Weve been on the move since taking off from Gallow Manor, and that was after a week of hard work getting all the old monsters settled after Raven Hill Retirement Home was destroyed. At least theyre not oldy-moldy anymore, interrupted Shane. Theyve been lookin good since we destroyed Zorflogg on the moon. I missed football tryouts while we were on the moon, said Gordon. I was hoping for hockey, but tryouts were a few days after we escaped from Murrayhoteps pyramid. If we dont hurry, Im going to miss soccer tryouts, too! Forget about soccer season, said Ben. If we dont catch up to Chris soon, were going to lose him. How are we going to catch up to him? Gil, I believe you can help us, said Director Z. Well, I should have eaten more leafy greens today, said the swamp creature, but Ill do my best. Gil walked knee-deep into the water and then squatted down. BLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP. The water bubbled violently, popping with green bubbles. I see there are a lot of Earth customs I need to learn, said Twenty-Three, the strange combination of cat and lizard from the moon. A pungent odor filled the air. Ive made the call, said Gil. It shouldnt be long now. But the friends of He Who Would Save Us still waited at the riverbank as the sun set. We cant wait any longer! said Nabila. Monster transport can take some time, said Director Z. Gil was calling for monster transport? asked Gordon. Thats why he beefed into the river? River transport is usually hiding deep in the darkest recesses of a river, said the swamp creature. My Emergency Fart Call can reach those darkest recesses, but the speed of sound is only 1.5 kilometers per second in water, and this river is over 6,800 kilometers long. It could take more than an hour for the message to reach the transport, said Ben. Show-off, said Gordon. Nabilas right, said Shane. He paced around nervously. We might not have much time. Im really worried about him. Im worried about him, too, said Gordon. And Im worried about my face. Im breaking out like crazy in this heat. He reached up and rubbed the swollen red dot on his forehead. Grigore, can you pierce this thing with your fangs? Blech! replied the vampire. The waterlogged zombie who once surfed the waves of the tropics and was called Clive pointed down the river. Yo, I think its finally here, he said. Vat is it? asked Grigore. He giggled with excitement. Giant flesh-eating vater plants? Ooooooh, a chariot pulled by zombie hippos? asked the pale and beautiful banshee known as Clarice. The wind blew her hair as she scanned the river. No, wait, lemme guess, said Pietro. Zombie pirate ship! What is that? Shane asked. He squinted in the fading daylight, trying to make out the large object that was making its way upriver to them. And what is that terrible smell? Prologue II It is a ship! exclaimed Clive. The ships sails were full with a great, stinky wind. The odor of rotten eggs strengthened as the huge wooden ship with beautiful, tall white sails approached. The heads of the monsters and children cocked to the side in wonderment. Thats certainly the biggest monster transport Ive ever seen, said Director Z. The others nodded in agreement. It looks so nice, I vouldnt even believe it vas monster transport if it verent for the smell, said Grigore. He waved his hand in front of his nose. Voo, its almost as bad as garlic. Yet somehow, said Gil, breathing in deeply, theres something very familiar about that odor. The bow of the massive ship turned directly to the shore they all stood on. It was coming in swiftly, carried by the stinky winds. Um, should we move? asked Gordon. No, monster transport has never harmed a monster or his friends before, said Pietro. Yet, added Clive. Gordon turned to leave. Its fine, said Pietro, who held the boy in place. The ship crashed into the sand of the shallows, but kept moving, creaking and groaning as it made its way to them. Ahhhh! yelled Gordon. With a great GROOOOOOOOOOOAN, the massive ship stopped an inch in front of the boys nose and loomed above them. Gordon turned around. Well, it might not have harmed me, but it harmed my underwear. A rope made of leathery boa constrictor carcasses, tied together in skillful knots, fell over the side of the ship. THUNK. Pietro tilted his head back and yelled, Any zombies up there?! There was no answer. Nabila walked up and tugged the rope. The squishy sound of rotten, dead flesh filled the air. Ugh, this is disgusting. At least theyre dead, said Ben. I cant stand snakes. Everything went silent again as each wondered if another would make the first move. Well, lets get going, then, said Shane. He jumped onto the rope and quickly shinnied his way up, pausing at each knot to catch his breath. SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH. The Bigfoot quickly followed the boys lead but was held back by the others. Maybe one at a time, said Director Z. What?! asked the Bigfoot. Do you think Im fat? You know Ive been trying to diet. Meanies! Youre a half-ton Bigfoot, said Director Z. I think its best that theres not any extra weight on the line when you head up. They slowly made their way onto the ship in the moonlight. Zom-bie piiiii-rates?! sang Pietro. Oh, zom-biee piiiiiiiiiii-rates?! Hello? said Ben. Is anyone on this ship? Maybe it just takes us where we want to go, said Shane. He walked up to the massive ships wheel at the front of the bow and put his hand on it. Were ready to go! Take us to our friend Chris! The ship shuddered, and the water underneath it bubbled and frothed. It pulled away from the shore a few yards, the bow swung back out and pointed downriver, and then the ship stopped. Why isnt it moving? asked Nabila. Dozens of scaly green monsters just like the swamp creature stood on the moonlit shore. My African swamp creature brethren! yelled Gil. I knew I recognized the smell of that ill wind! The scaly green creatures were beautiful, their shiny, wet scales gleaming majestically in the moonlight. They waved and threw their hands in the air. Gil, are they going to push the ship along? asked Shane. Should you jump out and help them? The scaly green creatures stopped waving and turned around. Hey, guys! yelled Ben. What are you doing? We should get going! The scaly green creatures bent over with a flourish and... BLUUURRRRTTTTFFFFTTTFFFTT! ... pushed the ship into open water by farting in perfect unison. With a SNAP, the sails were filled with the Stinky Winds, and the ship pushed out into the center of the river. A green haze drifted down on the passengers, and they began to cough. The scaly green creatures jumped into the water and followed the ship as it picked up speed and raced upriver at a dizzying pace. *** Just as the sun rose, He Who Would Save Us was spotted from the monster transport. The boys friends were all crowded around the bow of the ship, pointing and yelling. Chris! yelled Director Z at the top of his lungs. Stop this instant. Get off of your crocodile and return to the safety of this ship. The boy savior said something, but the huge GUSSSSSSSSSSSSH of water drowned out his voice. He Who Would Save Us and his trusty crocodile were about to be crushed by a massive waterfall. Chris! yelled Nabila. His power stone, the source of his strength, was also the source of his madness. There was no stopping himnot even a waterfall that could kill him. Yah! He Who Would Save Us yelled. He lashed his crocodile with a reed and held on tightly. Keep swimming! The majestic river creature obeyed and swam slowly against the spray of water coming off of the waterfall. We have to do something! yelled Shane. He cannot survive this, said Director Z. But the ship can. He pointed to the largest sail. That can be opened up even more! Release the rope at the top. Without a word, Shane took a deep breath and climbed up the mast and into the green haze. For a moment there was nothing but the sound of GUSSSSSSSSSSSSH. With a SNAP, the Stinky Winds blew the sail open, and the ship lurched forward, heading directly for the boy savior and the waterfall. I hope we can gain enough speed, said Director Z. We must find a way to snag Chris from the water! Shane nearly blew off of the mast as the ship hit the rapids at the base of the waterfall. Gil yelled as loudly as he could above the great din of the quickly moving water. Help us, my stinky African brothers, or were going to crash! Were going to hit Chris, said Shane from the mast. But it was too late. The ship slammed into the boy... ... at just the right moment. As the ship rocked into the froth at the base of the waterfall and began to travel upyes, up!the waterfall, the boy savior and his crocodile splashed onto the ship. Leave me alone, screamed He Who Would Save Us, shaking with anger, clutching his crocodile tightly. The ship tilted ninety degrees and headed right up the side of the waterfall into the blue tropical sky. Hold on! yelled Director Z. Yeah, yelled Clive, this is one killer wave! The crocodile landed on the swamp creature with a growl. No! Gil screamed. Im a bony fish. Bony fish! With a screech of fear, the Bigfoot grabbed the crocodile by its tail and flung it off of the ship. Luckily he flung the poor creature far enough that it wasnt crushed by the waterfall. It rose to the surface and watched in surprise as the ship slowly made its way up to the top. Groans and moans could be heard from the pile of monsters and children as the ship crested the top of the waterfall and splashed horizontal again. They spilled out onto the poop deck. Wheres Chris?! yelled Shane. Over here! Twenty-Three yelled. The best chance for our peoples survival lay at the back of the ship, his head smashed through a small wooden door into a cabinet that held rope. Twenty-Three tried to pry open the door, but couldnt. The boy saviors arms laid motionless. Chris! CHRIS!!!; Title: Zits from Python Pit #6 (Monster Juice) | [
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19,262 | 15 | Grosset & Dunlap creates high-quality books for young readers of any level. Focused on books for ages 012, Grosset offers a wide range of original fiction series, nonfiction titles, leveled readers, and licensed tie-ins to captivate every reader.; Title: Octonauts Creature Report | [
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19,263 | 13 | Gr 47Best friends and fellow Musical Theater Nerds (MTNs) Jack and Louisa are anxiously awaiting auditions for their middle school musical, Guys and Dolls. The dramatic duo, fresh off their successful performance in the community theater production of Into the Woods, hope to land the comedic leads. Lou is convinced that Jack, a refugee from New York City who appeared in Broadway shows until his voice started to change, is a shoo-in for the role of Nathan. However, Jack's theater rsum may work against him when a new director with Broadway credentials of her own takes over the play. How many stars can one school play sustain? This second entry in the series brings back the duel voices of Jack (sweet and sensitive) and Louisa (emotional and quick-tempered) in alternating chapters. The characters are more fully developed in this book, as the two friends weather the highs and lows of theater and middle school. Jack struggles with his emotions after unexpectedly meeting the young boy who replaced him in his last Broadway show, while Lou falls under the spell of their new director. Starstruck, Lou fails to notice that the director systematically belittles and bullies Jack. When Lou finally realizes what is happening, her reaction is impulsive, passionate, and pure Lou. Although reading the first book in the series would provide background, this entry works well as a standalone. One does not have to be an MTN to enjoy this title. VERDICT An entertaining look at middle school dynamics, jealousy, and bullying.Nancy Nadig, Penn Manor School District, Lancaster, PA"Giving this story its lift is its profound and infectious love of musical theater. Budding thespians will applaud." - Kirkus Reviews"The friendship that develops between Jack & Lou isn't just about Musical Theater Nerds (or MTNs) but finding each other. This is a loving, funny and sweet book. Can't wait for the next one."-Tony Award winner Kristin Chenoweth"Funny, fabulous, and most of all true, Jack & Louisa are every theater kid's new best friends."- Tim Federle, author ofBetter Nate Than Ever; Title: Act 2 (Jack & Louisa) | [
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19,264 | 2 | Amy Acklesberg is a children's book author.; Title: Happy New Year! (Strawberry Shortcake) | [
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19,265 | 15 | Grosset & Dunlap creates high-quality books for young readers of any level. Focused on books for ages 0–12, Grosset offers a wide range of original fiction series, nonfiction titles, leveled readers, and licensed tie-ins to captivate every reader.; Title: The Animals' Vacation (G&D Vintage) | [
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19,266 | 18 | Patricia Brennan Demuth is the author of Who Was Bill Gates?, What Was Ellis Island?, and What Was Pearl Harbor?What Was D-Day?    June 6, 1944   In the dark hours before dawn, a giant war fleet was sailing across the English Channel to France. There were over 5,000 ships and boats of all shapes and sizes. More than 155,000 soldiers were on board—mostly American, British, and Canadian. They were called the Allies. Allies means friends joined together in a cause.   Another huge Allied force had just flown over the channel to France, filling 11,000 airplanes. All of these soldiers, on boats and in planes, were risking their lives to invade Europe and end World War II.   The Second World War had been raging for five years. It had started in 1939 when Adolf Hitler, the leader of Nazi (NAHT-see) Germany, invaded Poland. Now more than thirty nations were part of the war. The Germans had overtaken nearly all of mainland Europe. And World War II had become the bloodiest war that ever was.   The Allies were fighting Hitler. But so far, they had almost no troops on the ground in Europe—let alone in Germany itself. There was only one way the Allies could defeat Nazi Germany and free Europe. They had to fight—and beat—Hitler on his home ground.   But how?   First the Allies had to land a huge army on the coast of France—plus tanks, trucks, and supplies. Then they had to fight their way inland for 700 miles to reach Berlin, the capital of Germany.    For nearly two years, the Allies planned the great invasion. Millions of people worked on it. Engineers invented new war machines. Factory workers produced new planes and tanks. Spies fed Hitler false reports. And nearly two million Allied soldiers trained hard in Britain.   Yet the whole invasion could fall apart. The Germans had built a wall of steel and concrete defenses up and down the coast. Could the first waves of Allied soldiers break through and gain control of the beaches and exit roads? That was the only way the rest of the troops could land.   If the D-Day soldiers failed, all would be lost. There was no backup plan. The Allies had thrown everything they had into this one.   “D-Day” is a code word for the day of any major military attack. But when people talk about “D-Day” now, they mean June 6, 1944. D-Day was a turning point in history—it was the beginning of the end of World War II.     Chapter 1:The World at War     Germany was one of the countries defeated in World War I. That war killed nearly ten million soldiers between 1914 and 1918. After Germany surrendered, its cities lay in ruins and its economy was in shreds. There were hardly any jobs. People were starving.   Then in 1933, Adolf Hitler, the leader of the Nazi party, rose to power. He stamped out democracy, making himself the dictator of Germany. Freedom disappeared. Hitler named certain groups enemies, especially the Jews.   Hitler built up a powerful army with millions of well-trained soldiers. Their weapons were the best in the world. Then he set plans to conquer all of Europe . . . and beyond.   Without warning, in September 1939, Germany invaded Poland. First, bomber planes blasted Polish railroads, airfields, and telegraph lines. Then more than a million German ground troops plowed into Poland with tanks and heavy arms. This kind of attack—bombing followed by a crush of tanks—is called lightning war. The German word is blitzkrieg, or blitz for short.    England and France immediately declared war on Germany. World War II had begun.   England and France were no match for the powerful Hitler. After Poland fell, German troops crashed through Denmark, Norway, Belgium, Luxembourg, and the Netherlands. In June 1940, France itself fell to the Germans. The free world was in shock.   On the other side of the world, Japan was overtaking lands in Asia and the Pacific. Japan signed an agreement with Germany in September 1940. Along with Italy, the three countries were called the Axis powers.   Meanwhile in Europe, British troops stood alone against Hitler. The United States shipped Britain arms, tanks, and planes. But for now, the United States did not send troops. More than 115,000 American soldiers had been killed in World War I. The country did not want to fight another war overseas.   Then on December 7, 1941, the Japanese led a surprise air attack against American forces at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii. More than two thousand American troops died.  The next day, US President Franklin Roosevelt declared war against Japan and its allies, including Germany.    From then on, the United States played a key role in World War II. American men enlisted in huge numbers. The US military grew from 334,000 men at the beginning of the war to a force of twelve million.   Overnight, the nation turned itself into a war factory. Thousands of warplanes, battleships, and arms were churned out and shipped overseas. In 1939, America made fewer than a thousand military planes a year. By the end of 1943, it produced eight thousand per month.    Yet Hitler and the Axis powers seemed unstoppable. Hitler overran almost all of Europe. His troops marched east into the Soviet Union. Japan seized countries in Southeast Asia and the Pacific. Italy was winning battles in North Africa. At the beginning of 1942, news from the Allied war front was grim.   Then slowly, one hard battle at a time, the Allies began to gain ground. Japan’s advance was halted at a small island in the Pacific called Midway. The Soviets stopped Hitler’s advance in Russia. Allied troops forced Italy out of Africa. 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19,267 | 2 | Illustrator Dave Aikins grew up in the suburbs of Detroit, immersed in comicbooks, action figures and B-movies. He graduated from the Columbus College of Art & Design in 1995 and worked for a large newspaper and commercial art studio before founding Let's Draw Studio, his freelance illustration studio, in 1998. Hee now lives outside Columbus, OH with his family andcontinues to produce work for clients in the areas ofadvertising, product design and publishing.; Title: Big! Little!: A Book of Opposites (Sassy) | [
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19,268 | 11 | Ellen Morgan spent her childhood going to church, to Sunday school, and to church camp, where she was fascinated by Bible stories from Genesis to Revelation. She has written several books for children under a different name and currently lives in New York.Who Was Jesus? Its Christmas! Every December 25, all over the world, people are going to church. They gather around Christmas trees. They bake treats. They cook meals for family and friends. They sing songs and open presents. What is everybody celebrating? Christmas is the birthday of Jesus. He was born more than two thousand years ago in the small town of Bethlehem. He was from a poor family and grew up to be a preacher. He talked about God and how people should live their lives. He became well-known, and his friends passed along stories about him. They shared his teachings with others. Jesuss ideas became a movement. The movement started with only a handful of people. But it grew into one of the most important religions in the worldChristianity. Christianity spread to all parts of the globe. Today, there are two billion Christians. They are from different backgrounds, different races, and different cultures, but they share common beliefs. Christians believe in one God. They believe in Heaven, in life after death. They also believe that Jesus was much more than a preacher. They believe he was the son of God. Chapter 1: A Humble Birth Jesus was born into a Jewish family over two thousand years ago. His father was a carpenter named Joseph. His mother was named Mary. According to the Gospel of Luke, the angel Gabriel came to Mary months before Jesuss birth. Do not be afraid, Mary, the angel said, for you have found favor with God. He told her she was going to give birth to a special baby boy. The baby was the son of God, not the son of her husband, Joseph. Gabriel also told her the babys nameJesus. Joseph and Mary lived in a region ruled by the Romans and Emperor Augustus. It was called Judea. Right before Jesus was born, Joseph and Mary had to travel to the town of Bethlehem. The government wanted to register the names of all people living in the area. In Bethlehem, Mary gave birth to her son. The family stayed in a stable, because the local inn had no room for them. Instead of a crib, Jesus slept in a manger. A manger is a wooden bin that holds food for horses and other animals. It was a humble start. However, right away, people learned of this birth and knew the baby was special. According to the Gospel of Luke, shepherds in the fields saw an angel above them. I am bringing you good news of great joy... , the angel said. He told them a baby had been born who would be the Messiah. Messiah is a word for a special person who will save people from great danger or harm. The Gospel of Matthew says that far away, in a country to the east, three wise men spotted a bright star in the sky. The wise men studied the heavens and understood the star was an important sign. It meant the Messiah had been born. So they followed the star to Bethlehem to see the baby Jesus. When the three wise men saw Mary and the baby Jesus, they fell to their knees. They brought him gifts, toogold, as well as frankincense and myrrh, which were costly spices. Herod, the king of Judea, also heard about Jesus. The news of Jesuss birth worried Herod. He asked the wise men to tell him where Jesus was. He told them he just wanted to see the baby, too. But after they had seen the child, a dream warned the wise men to not return to Herod, and instead they went home. Joseph, Marys husband, also had a dream. It alerted him that Jesus was in danger. He took Mary and his son and fled at night into the country of Egypt.; Title: Who Was Jesus? | [
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19,269 | 13 | Cari Meister, author of all the books in the Tiny series, the My Pony Jack series, and the picture bookLuther's Halloween, lives on a farm in Minetrista, Minnesota, with her husband, four sons, pony, and many other animals. Visit her at www.carimeister.com.Rich Davis has illustrated all the previous books in the Tiny series, as well as other picture books and easy-to-reads. He has also created greeting cards and an art card game for children. He lives in Siloam Springs, Arkansas. Visit Rich online at www.richdavis.freewebspace.com.; Title: Tiny Goes to the Movies | [
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19,270 | 0 | Nancy Krulik has written over one hundred books for children and young adults, including two New York Times Best Sellers. Her very first story (in first grade) was about how she wanted to be Mary Poppins because she wanted to dance in the park with Bert and the penguins.CHAPTER 1 Im singin in the rain... George Brown was surprised to hear his teacher, Mrs. Kelly, suddenly start singing in front of the class. Im singin and dancin in the rain... The next thing George knew, Mrs. Kelly was dancing. Which wasnt nearly as surprising. Mrs. Kelly loved to dance. She did it all the time. George looked up as Mrs. Kelly twirled past his desk. There were huge stains forming under her pits. Boy, his teacher could really sweat. Mrs. Kelly made her way back up to the front of the room. Then she looked out at the class and tried to catch her breath. I bet youre wondering why Im singing to you about rain, Mrs. Kelly said between huffs and puffs. George had been wondering that. Hed also been wondering when his teacher would stop singing. Her voice really was awful. Im singing about rain because our new science unit is wild weather, Mrs. Kelly continued. And the first kind of storm were studying is a hurricane. George sat up in his seat. That sounded kind of interesting. A hurricane is a tropical storm that has really strong winds and heavy rain, Mrs. Kelly continued. We rate them on a scale of one to five, depending on how hard the wind is blowing. Max raised his hand. Is a hurricane the same thing as a tornado? he asked. No, Mrs. Kelly told him. A tornado is actually a spinning tube of air that Mrs. Kelly was busy talking about the difference between a tornado and a hurricane, but George wasnt actually listening anymore. He was too busy paying attention to the big storm that was brewing in the bottom of his belly. There were bubbles in there. Hundreds of them. And not just your ordinary, run-of-the-mill stomach bubbles. These were magical super burp bubbles. There would be trouble if those bubbles broke loose. There was always trouble when the magical super burp came around. Georges bubble trouble had started right after his family moved to Beaver Brook. Georges dad was in the army, and his family moved around a lot. Which meant George had been the new kid in school lots of times. So he understood that first days could be rotten. But this first day was the rottenest. At his old school, George was the class clown. But George had promised himself that things were going to be different this time. No more pranks. No more making funny faces behind teachers backs. Sadly, nobody notices a new, unfunny kid. George felt like he was invisible. Everyone ignored him. Well, everyone except Louie Farley, who for some reason had hated George from the start. That night, Georges parents took him out to Ernies Ice Cream Emporium to cheer him up. While they were sitting outside and George was finishing his root beer float, a shooting star flashed across the sky. So George made a wish. I want to make kids laughbut not get into trouble. Unfortunately, the star was gone before George could finish the wish. So only half came truethe first half. A minute later, George had a funny feeling in his belly. It was like there were hundreds of tiny bubbles bouncing around in there. The bubbles ping-ponged their way into his chest and bing-bonged their way up into his throat. And then... George let out a big burp. A huge burp. A SUPER burp! The super burp was loud, and it was magic. Suddenly George lost control of his arms and legs. It was like they had minds of their own. His hands grabbed straws and stuck them up his nose like a walrus. His feet jumped up on the table and started dancing the hokey pokey. Everyone at Ernies started laughingexcept Georges parents, who were covered in the ice cream hed kicked over while he was dancing. After that night, the burp came back over and over again. And every time it did, it made a mess of things. That was why George couldnt let that burp burst out of him now. Not while Mrs. Kelly was trying to explain the difference between a hurricane and a tornado. But the bubbles were strong. Already they had cling-clanged their way past his kidneys and ping-ponged their way onto his pancreas. The bubbles slipped and slid up his spine. They tickled at his tonsils. George shut his mouth tight. He had to keep the bubbles inside. The bubbles threaded their way up Georges throat. They tap-danced on his tongue. And then... George let out a giant burp. A super burp. A burp so loud and so strong it could be categorized as a catastrophic, category-five burp! George! Mrs. Kelly said, surprised. What do you say? George wanted to say, Excuse me. But George wasnt in charge anymore. The burp was. And what the burp wanted to say was, Its a twister! The next thing George knew, he was leaping out of his seat. His hips were twisting around and around. Everyone in the class stared. An evil smile formed on Louie Farleys face. That weirdo freak is gonna get it now, Louie told his pals Mike and Max. No way Mrs. Kelly is letting George get away with twisting around in the middle of science. Mrs. Kelly stared at George. George stared at Mrs. Kelly. And then... Mrs. Kellys hips started twisting, too. Youre right, George, Mrs. Kelly told him. A tornado is called a twister. And this dance is called the twist. Louies smile turned upside down. He couldnt believe George wasnt in trouble. Neither could George. The next thing George knew, Mrs. Kelly was twisting her way down the aisle right toward him. She grabbed Georges hand. Come on, lets do the twist, she sang as she twisted her hips. Georges face turned beet red. He didnt want to be dancing with his teacher. He didnt want to be holding her sweaty, sticky hand. But the burp didnt mind. It just kept twisting. George twisted up. He twisted down. He twisted all around. And then... Pop! Suddenly something burst in the bottom of Georges belly. It felt like someone had stuck a pin in a balloon down there. All the air rushed out of him. The magical super burp was gone. But George was still there. Doing the twist. And holding Mrs. Kellys sweaty hand. Everyone was staring at him. A couple of kids were laughing. Louie was laughing the hardest. George groaned. He was never going to live this down. Ever.; Title: Return to the Scene of the Burp #19 (George Brown, Class Clown) | [
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19,271 | 15 | Grosset & Dunlap creates high-quality books for young readers of any level. Focused on books for ages 0–12, Grosset offers a wide range of original fiction series, nonfiction titles, leveled readers, and licensed tie-ins to captivate every reader.; Title: Octonauts and the Colossal Squid | [
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19,272 | 11 | Dorothy and Thomas Hoobler have written many books for children and young adults, including the American Family Album series. Their YA mystery, In Darkness, Death, won the Edgar Award.Where Are the Great Pyramids? The Great Pyramids of Egypt are the most famous buildings in the world. They stand outside Cairo, the capital and biggest city in Egypt. Almost everybody has seen a picture of them. They are also among the worlds largest buildings, the oldest buildings still standing, and the most closely studied buildings. In ancient times, they were one of the Seven Wonders of the World. Today, all of those wonders have disappearedexcept the pyramids. The pyramids were not built for people to live in. They were tombs for the pharaohs, the rulers of Egypt. Pharaohs were the link between the Egyptian people and their gods. In fact, the pharaohs themselves were regarded as gods. Whatever the pharaohs wished people to do, it was done. Thus, when pharaohs commanded thousands of people to work for many years to build their tombs, they did it. There are more than one hundred pyramids still standing in Egypt. But many of them are little more than heaps of rubble. The three largest are known as the Great Pyramids. The oldest of the three was built about 4,500 years ago. The ancient Egyptians believed the pharaoh would live in another world after death. Thats why it was important to preserve his body and place it somewhere safelike inside a pyramid. In an elaborate process, the body was turned into a mummy. It was dried, preserved, and wrapped in linen bands before being placed in a sarcophagus, or coffin. The pharaohs servants put food, jewelry, furniture, and many treasures in the pyramid with him. The pharaohs wanted to make sure their tombs were not disturbed. So the pyramid builders carefully hid the passages that led to the pharaohs burial chamber. They set traps for anyone who tried to break in. Even so, tomb robbers managed to get inside and steal treasures. Over the centuries, Egypt declined. But the Great Pyramids remained. When later visitors arrived, they were astonished by what they saw. No one had seen anything like the pyramids. A Greek known as Herodotus arrived in Egypt in the fifth century BC. The pyramids were already thousands of years old then. Like so many others, he asked, Who could have built these pyramids? How did they do it? Today, scientists still seeking the answers to such questions. We know more about Egypt than Herodotus did, yet unsolved mysteries remain. Todays scientists are making new discoveries, but the pyramids still hold many secrets.; Title: Where Are the Great Pyramids? (Where Is?) | [
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19,273 | 0 | Nancy Krulik has written more than 100 books for children and young adults, including twoNew York Times bestsellers. Her very first story (in first grade) was about how she wanted to be Mary Poppins so she could dance in the park with Bert and the penguins.Sebastien Braun (www.sebastienbraun.com) studied fine and applied arts at Strasbourg University in France. Since his move to London in 2000, he has been illustrating childrens books.Chapter 1 Throw the ball! I bark. Throw the ball! THROW THE BALL! My paws bounce up and down in the cold snow each time I bark. They love playing fetch. My tail wags wildly. It loves playing fetch, too. Throw the ball! I bark again. My two-leg, Josh, finally throws the bright white ball across our yard. It is heading straight for Joshs two-leg friend, Sophie. But Im faster than she is. Before Sophie can catch the ball, I leap up, open my mouth, and grab it in midair. Wiggle, waggle, weird. The ball is melting in my mouth. Its not a ball anymore. Its icy-cold water. This isnt a fetch ballits a snowball! I dont like this kind of ball. I cant run it back to Josh. And he cant pick it up and throw it again. Snowballs are definitely not made for playing fetch. But Josh and Sophie are still playing with the snowballs. Bam! A snowball hits Sophie. It explodes. Now it isnt a ball anymore. Its just snow. Josh bends over and starts to make another ball. Bash! Sophie throws a ball right at the place Joshs tail would beif he had a tail. It explodes all over him. Josh smiles and laughs. But he doesnt throw a ball back at Sophie. I guess Josh and Sophie have gotten tired of throwing balls that cant be fetched, because now they are walking toward the gate. I follow right behind them. Where are we going? I bark to Josh. Are we going to play a new game? Are we going to play fetch the stick? Are we going to play chew the sock? The last time I played chew the sock, Josh got angry. I dont know why. Its so much fun to chew on a sock. Especially one that smells like Joshs feet. Sparky, stay! Josh says. He holds up his hand. I know what stay means. It means I have to stand still, even though Josh and Sophie are walking away. Josh and Sophie leave the yard. They close the gate. A minute later I hear a rumbling noise. The noise starts out loud. Then it gets quieter and quieter. I know what that means. Josh and Sophie have gone away in his metal machine with the four round paws. Sometimes Josh takes me to fun places like the park or the dog-toy store in his metal machine. But today I have to stay here while Josh and Sophie visit fun places. Wiggle, waggle, boo! Two-legs have all the fun. Well, not all the fun. I can go places, too. And I dont need a metal machine to do it. All I need is my magic bone. My magic bone is amazing. One big bite and kaboom! I go far, far away. Like that time my magic bone kaboomed me all the way to Tokyo, Japan. I got to eat squishy fishy called sashimi with some Ninja Dogs. And I got to fight like a sumo wrestler! Another time my magic bone kaboomed me to London, England. I played ball with a two-leg in Covent Garden, and I helped my friend Watson find a furever home, like the one I have with Josh. Then there was the time I visited Zermatt, Switzerland. The wind and the snow were very, very cold. But the cheese was melty and hot. Really hot. It burned my tongue. Lucky for me, there was lots of icy-cold snow to lick. Heres something I learned in Zermatt: Never, ever lick the yellow snow. My magic bone has taken me many places. But the best place it takes me is right hereto my own house. I like going on adventures. But I love coming home again. Im glad that whenever Ive had enough adventuring, I can take another bite of my bone and come back here. But Josh isnt home right now. Which means its a great time for a magic-bone adventure. I hurry over to my favorite digging spot, where Josh grows his flowers. There arent any flowers there now. Only snow. But under the snow, theres lots of dirt. And thats where Ive buried my magic bone. I diggety, dig, dig in the dirt. It flies everywhere. There it is. My magic bone. My bright, beautiful, sparkly magic bone. Sitting right in the middle of the hole. Sniffety, sniff, sniff. My bone smells good. Like chicken, beef, and sausage all rolled into one. I just have to take a bite... Chomp! Wiggle, waggle, whew. I feel dizzylike my insides are spinning all aroundbut my outsides are standing still. Stars are twinkling in front of my eyeseven though its daytime! All around me I smell foodfried chicken, salmon, roast beef. But there isnt any food in sight. And then... Kaboom! Kaboom! Kaboom!; Title: Dogs Don't Have Webbed Feet #7 (Magic Bone) | [
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19,274 | 18 | Gr 35These solid though formulaic titles profile well-known locations. Demuth examines the longest human-made structure in the world, the Great Wall of China, outlining why it was constructed; Chinese rulers and tribes such as the Mongols, who invaded the empire; the intense manpower required to build the Wall in a time before machines and earth-moving equipment; the people who lived at and protected the Wall; and the Communist Party's actions to preserve the Great Wall and promote it to the world. O'Connor focuses on the Grand Canyon, examining its geological formations; the importance of the Colorado River; the native peoples who used toand still doinhabit the canyon; the adventures of geologist John Wesley Powell, who explored the canyon; wildlife; and the impact of man. Stine provides a history of the White House, explaining its design and remodelings; destruction by the British during the War of 1812; descriptions of various rooms including the East Room and the Blue Room; presidents and family members who have occupied the residence; and the staff of chefs, butlers, and more who keep the house running. VERDICT Suitable additions to history and geography collections.Patricia Ann Owens, formerly with Illinois Eastern Community Colls., Mt. CarmelPatricia Brennan Demuth is the author of What Was Ellis Island?, What Was Pearl Harbor?, Who Was Laura Ingalls Wilder?, and Who Is Bill Gates?; Title: Where Is the Great Wall? | [
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19,275 | 2 | Giada De Laurentiis was born in Rome and grew up in a big Italian family. They spent lots of time together in the kitchen, which is where Giada discovered her love of cooking! Later, she would hone her skills at Le Cordon Bleu, a very cool cooking school in Paris. Many puff pastries and a graduation later, Giada began working in a fab restaurant called Spago in Los Angeles. Shortly after, she founded her very own catering company. She is now the Emmy Award-winning star of Food Network'sEveryday Italian,Giada's Weekend Getaways,Giada in Paradise, andGiada at Home, as well as the author of seven cookbooks. She lives with her husband, Todd, and daughter, Jade, in a cozy house by the beach in Los Angeles. Giada loves the colors "pesto-green" and "eggplant-purple," and Nutella pancakes are her favorite treat to share with Jade.; Title: Recipe for Adventure 1-4 Box Set | [
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19,276 | 17 | Jim Gigliotti is a freelance writer based in Southern California. A former editor at the National Football League, he has written more than 50 books for all ages. His writing credits include biographies for young readers on Olympian Jesse Owens and baseball star Roberto Clemente.Who Was Edgar Allan Poe?Edgar Allan Poe walked briskly down a New York City street one winter day early in 1845. A young boy spotted the famous writer. Soon another boy noticed him, too. And then another. One of the boys took a stick and hit Edgar on his heel. “Caw! Caw!” the other children shrieked, flapping their arms like birds.; Title: Who Was Edgar Allan Poe? | [
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19,277 | 2 | Laura Marchesani is an editor at Grosset & Dunlap/PSS! She and Zenaides Medina own an adorable pug puppy, the very inspiration for this book.Jarvis (byjarvis.com) lives in Manchester, UK. He has had a slew of careers, from bingo caller to animation director. Now he loves being a childrens book illustrator and creating characters that look alive, handmade, and funny.; Title: Pig and Pug (Penguin Young Readers, Level 2) | [
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19,278 | 12 | Michael Burgan has written more than two dozen biographies for young readers. HisBreaker Boys, about photographer Lewis Hine and his depiction of child labor, was named one ofSLJ's 20 Outstanding Nonfiction Books of 2013.Who Is Richard Branson?During the 1950s, the Branson family took a vacation to the beach in Devon, England. On the trip, five-year-old Rickys aunt Joyce made a bet with him. She would pay him if he could learn to swim before the end of their vacation.; Title: Who Is Richard Branson? (Who Was?) | [
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19,279 | 11 | James Buckley, Jr. has written more than 50 books for kids, includingWho Was Ernest Shackleton?Who Was Jesse Owens?In rural Alabama, Jesse Owens sprinted across farmland and ran along dirt roads. He ran to the fields where he picked one hundred pounds of cotton a day. He ran to the orchards where he and his large family picked fruit from the trees. He ran with friends, playing games when they were not working alongside their parents.Jesse ran because it made him feel free.I always loved running, he later said. It was something you could do by yourself and under your own power. You could go in any direction, fast or slow as you wanted, fighting the wind if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet.Jesse would run and play just like everyone else, his cousin Mattie Taylor said of those days of playing in Alabama. But you could never catch him.; Title: Who Was Jesse Owens? | [
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19,280 | 18 | Dana Meachen Rau has written more than 300 books for children, including picture books, early readers, nonfiction, and biographies.Who Was Marie Antoinette?On April 21, 1770, fifteen-year-old Marie Antoinette left home and traveled to France. She had always lived a royal life. Her parents were the emperor and empress of Austria. The young archduchess was leaving behind her beloved homeland. She was engaged to marry Louis Auguste, the future king of France.Marie Antoinette rode in a jeweled coach amid a parade of more than fifty other carriages. Hairdressers, chefs, and other attendants traveled with her for the two-and-a-half-week journey. Peasants cheered along the road between Vienna, Austria, and Strasbourg, France. They hoped to catch a glimpse of the young bride-to-be.; Title: Who Was Marie Antoinette? | [
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19,281 | 2 | Sue Bentley lives in England. Angela Swan lives in northeast England. Andrew Farley lives in the South of England; Title: Riding Rescue #6 (Magic Ponies) | [
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19,282 | 18 | Margaret Frith is the author of Who Was Louis Braille?, Who Was Thomas Alva Edison? and Who Was Franklin Roosevelt?When Woodrow Wilson was almost four years old, he was playing outside his home in Augusta, Georgia. A man rushed by. He was shouting the news that Abraham Lincoln had been elected president, and war was coming.The little boy ran inside to ask his father what it all meant. His father explained that Northern states were going to fight against Southern states. (Wilson would later say that this was his earliest memory as a child.)Sure enough, a few months later, the bitter Civil War broke out in 1861. It lasted four years.; Title: Who Was Woodrow Wilson? | [
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19,283 | 18 | Janet Pascal is an Executive Production Editor at Viking Children's Books and the author of Who Was Dr. Seuss?,Who Was Maurice Sendak?,and Who Was Abraham Lincoln? She lives in New York City.What Was the Great Depression? In the fall of 1928, Herbert Hoover, future president of the United States, announced, We in America today are nearer to the final triumph over poverty than ever before in the history of any land. Most citizens agreed. Life was the best it had ever been. Only 4 percent of the population was unemployedfour out of every one hundred workers. A little more than a year later, financial panic had taken over. The New York stock market crashed. Millionaires were ruined. Ordinary citizens lost everything. The crisis spread from the stock market to the rest of the country. Banks and businesses closed. Peoples life savings disappeared. They lost their jobs and their homes. By 1933, one out of every four Americans was out of work. The crisis soon spread all over the world. This period is called the Great Depression. It remains the worst financial disaster the modern world has ever known. All the money, goods, businesses, and workers that make a country run are called its economy. During the Great Depression, the economy broke down almost completely. To those living through it, it seemed like a bad dream that would not end. What had happened? How did the good times end so quickly?; Title: What Was the Great Depression? | [
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19,284 | 2 | Giada De Laurentiis was born in Rome and grew up in a big Italian family. They spent a lot of time together in the kitchen, which is where Giada discovered her love of cooking! Later, she honed her skills at Le Cordon Bleu, a very cool cooking school in Paris, France. Many puff pastries and a graduation later, Giada began working in a fab restaurant called Spago in Los Angeles. Shortly after, she founded her very own catering company. She is now the Emmy Award-winning star of Food Network's Everyday Italian, Giada's Weekend Getaways, Giada in Paradise, and Giada at Home, as well as the author of seven cookbooks. She lives in sunny Los Angeles. Giada loves the colors "pesto-green" and "eggplant-purple," and Nutella pancakes are her favorite treat to share with her daughter, Jade.Chapter 1   Alfie sighed and pulled at a loose string on his bedspread. His sister, Emilia, sat next to him with her arms crossed. She sighed, too. Their great-aunt Zia Donatella laughed.   “Such facce tristi,” Zia said in Italian. “Such sad faces!”   “Do you really have to go?” Alfie asked as Zia packed her suitcase.   “Yeah,” Emilia added. “Can’t you stay just a little bit longer?”   Zia smiled and sat down beside them on Alfie’s bed. “I’m meeting friends in Oslo in a few days. I can’t disappoint them, either!”   “That’s in Norway, right?” Emilia asked.   “Yes!” Alfie answered before Zia had a chance. “It’s the capital of Norway.”   Alfie and Emilia had known for a while that Zia’s stay with the Bertolizzi family was coming to an end, but it didn’t make her leaving any easier. After all, Zia had traveled the world a few times over. She’d visited places as far and wide as Morocco, Russia, and Argentina! Staying with Alfie, Emilia, and their parents was probably the longest Zia had lived in one place in quite a while.   Alfie looked at all the maps that hung on the walls of his bedroom. Having Zia around and hearing her travel stories made Alfie love geography even more. He also realized how little time he’d actually spent in his room since Zia had been their guest.   “Won’t it be nice to have your bedroom back?” Zia asked, as if reading his mind.   Alfie shrugged. “It will. But I’d be happy to let you keep it if it meant you were staying longer.” He’d grown used to the lumpy pullout sofa in the office. It didn’t really bother him anymore.   “Or you could stay in my room for a while!” Emilia jumped in. “I wouldn’t mind.”   Alfie raised an eyebrow. Now that Emilia was thirteen, she spent more time in her bedroom than ever. It was hard for Alfie to imagine her giving that up.   Zia laughed again and touched the brightly colored stone necklace she always wore. “You’re both very sweet. Maybe next time I’ll stay in your room, Emilia.”   Alfie perked up at the thought of Zia being their guest again. He got up and walked over to the big world map tacked to his wall. He looked at all the places they’d visited since Zia came to stay: Naples, Italy; Paris, France; Hong Kong, China; Rio de Janeiro, Brazil; and New Orleans, Maui, and Miami in the United States.   Alfie turned to Emilia and grinned. “Look at all the places we’ve gone!”   Emilia jumped up and joined him at the map. “We’ve actually been around the world.”   Not only was Zia a first-class world traveler herself, but she had turned Alfie and Emilia into seasoned travelers as well—all thanks to a little magic.   Zia rolled up a pair of jeans and placed them in her almost-full suitcase. “I don’t know what you two are talking about,” she said with a smile. “But I do know that someone will be twelve in a couple of days!”   Alfie beamed. He couldn’t wait for his birthday. And he was so glad Zia would still be there to celebrate with them. “That’s right,” he said. “You know what would be a great birthday present, Zia?”   “What, ragazzo?”   “You staying with us longer!” Alfie replied.   “Yes!” Emilia chimed in.   Zia smiled, closed her suitcase, and zipped up the side. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go make a snack. Good food makes everything better.”   Alfie and Emilia had a hard time arguing with that. They raced out of the room and followed Zia down to the kitchen.       Chapter 2   The next morning at breakfast, Alfie walked into the kitchen and found his parents rushing around as usual. Emilia sat at the table eating her scrambled eggs with her head stuck in a history book. Emilia was passionate about history in the same way that Alfie loved geography. Alfie poured himself a glass of orange juice and took a seat next to Emilia.   Just then, Zia breezed into the room. She stopped short and looked at Mom and Dad. “You two look exhausted!” she said.   Alfie looked up and saw that Mom’s shirt was wrinkled on one side, and Dad was yawning. Zia was right: They looked frazzled, tired, and worn-out.   “Big project at work,” Mom said, taking a bite of toast while she tried to smooth out her shirt. “I was up half the night.”   “And I’ve got a very important meeting first thing this morning,” Dad added. “Clients are flying in from New York.”   Zia sighed. “You both really need a break. You’ve been working nonstop for months!”   “Yeah, Mom and Dad,” Emilia agreed, looking up from her book. “We’ve barely even seen you.”   Alfie nodded. Mom and Dad were always busy, but lately it had reached a crazy point.   Dad kissed Emilia on top of her head. “We’ll be home for dinner tonight. I promise.”   “Yes, we’ll see you tonight!” Mom said with a tired smile.   Alfie was about to bring up plans for his birthday party when Dad ruffled Alfie’s hair and grabbed his briefcase. “See you tonight, champ!” he said as he headed for the garage.   Mom trailed right behind, balancing her bag and travel coffee mug. “Have a good day!” she called back.   Alfie, Emilia, and Zia stared at one another. It felt like a tornado had just blown through the kitchen.   “What are we going to do?” Alfie asked.   “I don’t know.” Emilia shook her head. “They barely even sleep anymore. It’s crazy!”   Zia poured herself a cup of coffee. “I have an idea,” she said. “We’ll make a special dinner tonight and talk to them about finally starting to plan that family trip they’ve been dreaming about. I think if the three of us band together, we might be able to convince them.”   “Good idea!” Alfie said. “We’ve been talking about that for ages.”   Emilia nodded. “I guess I stopped thinking about it since Alfie and I have traveled so much on our own lately. But you’re right, it’s definitely time!”   Alfie laughed. “Where should we go with Mom and Dad?”   “Norway sounds interesting,” Emilia joked. “Mind if we tag along on your trip, Zia?”   Zia laughed.   “Do you like visiting Norway?” Emilia asked.   “Believe it or not,” Zia said, “this will actually be my first time going. I’m really looking forward to it, and I’ll let you know all the details.”   “How about some place in the United States, like San Francisco?” Alfie chimed in. “Didn’t you say you’ve always wanted to visit there, too?”   “Yes, I have! And I know your parents would like that. There are plenty of cities in the United States they still haven’t visited.”   “We could take a ferry to Alcatraz and ride the cable cars!” Emilia said.   “And eat burritos!” Alfie added.   “Or what about Boston?” Emilia said. “There’s so much history there. The American Revolution, the Boston Tea Party, Paul Revere’s house . . .”   “Boston definitely has plenty of history!” Zia agreed.   Alfie flopped back in his chair. “There are so many cool places. How are we supposed to choose just one?”   Zia laughed as she put away the breakfast dishes. Alfie and Emilia stood up to help. “We’ll talk more about it tonight,” Zia said. “In the meantime, you two should brush your teeth and get ready for school. I don’t want you to be late!”   “Okay,” Alfie and Emilia replied. They hurried to get ready for their day, but Alfie couldn’t stop thinking about where they might go. There was Seattle, New York City, Chicago . . . and that was just in the United States! 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19,285 | 0 | Giada De Laurentiis was born in Rome and grew up in a big Italian family. They spent a lot of time together in the kitchen, which is where Giada discovered her love of cooking! Later, she honed her skills at Le Cordon Bleu, a very cool cooking school in Paris, France. Many puff pastries and a graduation later, Giada began working in a fab restaurant called Spago in Los Angeles. Shortly after, she founded her very own catering company. She is now the Emmy Award-winning star of Food Network's Everyday Italian, Giada's Weekend Getaways, Giada in Paradise, and Giada at Home, as well as the author of seven cookbooks. Giada loves the colors "pesto-green" and "eggplant-purple," and Nutella pancakes are her favorite treat to share with Jade. “You should have seen me, Zia!” Alfie said to his great-aunt. He scooted forward and leaned over the front seat of the car. Zia Donatella had just picked Alfie up from soccer, and they were parked in front of the school, waiting for Alfie’s sister, Emilia, to come out of her dance practice.“Dimmi,” Zia said in Italian, turning in the driver’s seat to face Alfie. “Tell me.”“Jackson and I were flying down the field, passing the ball back and forth. We had the best rhythm going. Then Jackson got blocked, but he passed and I scored a goal. It was awesome!”Zia laughed. “Ben fatto! Well done.”“It was only a practice game,” Alfie said. “But still! Coach Schrader was really excited about our teamwork, and I know we’re going to beat the Thunderbirds this weekend! It’s our first big game of the season, and they beat us bad last time we played, but we’re ready for them this time.”“That’s great, Alfie,” Zia said. “It’s going to be an exciting game.”“For sure,” Alfie said, smiling.The passenger door opened, and Emilia slid into the backseat next to Alfie. Alfie sat back and put on his seat belt.“Ciao, bella,” Zia said to Emilia. “How was your practice?”Zia and Alfie listened for Emilia’s reply, but she mumbled something they couldn’t understand as she tossed her gym bag on the floor and fastened her seat belt.Zia started the car and pulled away from the curb. They drove in silence for a while. Alfie looked out at the bright green grass and beautiful flowers on the lawns they passed. There had been a lot of rain this spring, and it seemed like everything had suddenly bloomed. Alfie glanced over at Emilia. She sat perfectly still. He could see Zia watching Emilia, too, in the rearview mirror.“Everything okay?” Zia asked.Alfie looked at his sister again. Even though she was a year and a few months older than him, and enjoyed reminding him of that every single day, right now she looked very small. Alfie thought she might cry. “What’s wrong?” he asked.Emilia stared at the seat in front of her and picked at the headrest. She was definitely holding something back. Finally, it all came out in a rush. “Practice was terrible! There’s no way I’m going to make the dance team. I’m the worst one—everybody is better than me!” Emilia buried her face in her hands.Alfie looked at her, surprised. He hadn’t seen her this upset since the time she couldn’t go to her friend’s birthday sleepover. And he’d never seen her get upset over dance—it had become her new passion, and she loved it.“Surely that’s not true, ragazza,” Zia said in a soothing voice.Emilia dropped her hands from her face. “It is true! There are so many girls trying out this year, and they’re all really good. They all have their routines down pat, and I’m still not even sure what I want my routine to be!”“When are the tryouts?” Alfie asked.“Two weeks!” Emilia cried.“That seems like lots of time,” Alfie said. He thought he was being helpful, but Emilia gave him a look like he wasn’t.“The worst part is that Becky has this amazing dance move. I’ve never seen anything like it. And it totally ties her routine together and makes her stand out from the rest of us.”Alfie and Zia were quiet. Alfie wasn’t sure what else to say. He didn’t want to set Emilia off again, but Becky was her friend—it seemed like Emilia should be excited for her.“I don’t have a special move,” Emilia continued. “And if Becky makes the team and I don’t, I don’t know what I’ll do.”Emilia put her head in her hands again and a little squeak escaped her lips.Alfie wanted to say something else encouraging, but he wasn’t sure what. Emilia was quiet next to him. After a few minutes, he couldn’t stand the tense silence any longer, so he decided to change the subject. “Um, what’s for dinner tonight, Zia?”“I made some homemade ravioli today,” Zia answered.“Yum!” Alfie said. Zia was an amazing cook and during the time she’d been staying with the Bertolizzis, she had made some of the best food Alfie had ever had.“I just need to make a salad when we get home. Maybe you can help,” Zia said.“Sure!” Alfie replied. Helping Zia in the kitchen had become one of his and Emilia’s favorite things. Alfie never imagined that he’d love cooking and learning new recipes as much as he did, but there was something about the way Zia described everything that made it extra special—not to mention extra magical! Alfie and Emilia had visited some incredible places all around the world thanks to Zia’s enchanted recipes. They were always eager to know where Zia’s secret ingredients might take them next.Alfie looked over at Emilia, expecting her to be thinking the same thing, but she was still absolutely quiet. He slumped back in his seat. He hated seeing Emilia this upset and wanted to help, but he just didn’t know how.  Early Saturday afternoon, Alfie wandered to the living room, hoping to play video games for a while. His parents had rushed off to the office as soon as the breakfast dishes were done. They’d been working more than ever lately—including on the weekends. Dad had explained their tight deadlines earlier that morning, but Alfie thought he just looked tired and could use a break.Alfie heard the music before he reached the living room and then stopped in the doorway to watch. Emilia had pushed the coffee table out of the way and was working on her dance routine. He was a little surprised by Emilia’s music choice—he thought she’d pick something a little peppier than the slow beat of this song. But her dance moves looked good. She was such a perfectionist.Emilia stomped over to her cell phone and stopped the song. Then she noticed Alfie.“Don’t watch!” she said.“How come?” Alfie asked. “You look good!”“No, I don’t! I can’t get anything right.”Alfie didn’t understand why Emilia was being so hard on herself. He knew she was a natural dancer, and she had never doubted it before now. “But I’ve seen you do samba in two Carnival parades in Rio de Janeiro and do a hula performance in Hawaii with barely any coaching!” Alfie said, thinking about a couple of their Zia adventures.Emilia sighed. “This is different. I have to do the routine all by myself. And everybody’s supercompetitive and really talented. I’m just not good enough.”Emilia started the song again and glanced back at Alfie, waiting for him to leave. But Alfie stayed, anyway. Emilia’s frustration with herself continued to grow. And it looked like she was trying to copy someone else’s moves—Becky’s, Alfie supposed, but it didn’t look quite right.Zia came into the room and stood beside him. Emilia switched off her song again.“How about a lunch break?” Zia asked.“Yes, please!” Alfie and Emilia said in unison. Alfie was starving, as usual, and he knew Emilia was looking for any excuse to take a break from her routine.“Great,” Zia said.Zia put her arm around Emilia and led her into the kitchen. Alfie followed close behind. Emilia was still quiet. “I know you’ll figure it out,” Zia told her. “Don’t get so down on yourself.”Emilia nodded and managed a small smile.Alfie took his usual place at the kitchen island and waited for Zia to assign him a task. Zia opened the refrigerator and pulled out honey mustard, butter, some deli meat, Swiss cheese, dill pickles, and arugula. “What are we making, Zia?” he asked.Zia then took some whole-wheat rolls out of the bread box on the counter. “We are making Cubano sandwiches with an Italian twist.”“Cubano?” Emilia asked. “As in Cuban?”“That’s right!” Zia answered.“I’ve never had a Cuban sandwich before,” Alfie said. “Let alone an Italian Cuban sandwich!”Zia laughed. “Well, you’re going to love my version.”Zia put the cutting board on the counter and sliced each of the long wheat rolls in half horizontally. Then she pulled a couple of dill pickles out of the jar and cut those into long, thin slices, as well. Zia slid one roll toward Emilia, who stood beside her at the island, and the other to Alfie. “Spread some honey mustard on each half of the roll. Then add a slice of Swiss cheese to the bottom half.”Once their ingredients were added, Zia piled several pieces of meat on each sandwich.; Title: Miami! #7 (Recipe for Adventure) | [
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19,286 | 17 | James Buckley, Jr. has written more than 50 books for kids, including Who Was Ernest Shackleton?Who Was Blackbeard?   By 1717, Philadelphia was one of the largest cities in the American colonies, which were owned by Great Britain. Philadelphia was on the Delaware River, and its port welcomed ships from Europe almost every day. But in the fall of that year, many of those ships never made it to port. The few that did told tales that shocked and frightened the English colonists in and around Philadelphia. A pirate ship was lurking nearby in the Atlantic Ocean, where the Delaware met the sea.   Captains arriving in New York City and Baltimore told the same stories. A pirate was attacking their ships. He swooped in with his black flag flying. His men stormed merchant ships and stole everything that wasn’t nailed down.   The pirate captain himself had a long black beard and wore belts rigged with pistols and swords. He wore lit pieces or rope in his beard so that his face was ringed by smoke. His vessel was equipped with cannons that sent iron balls smashing into the fragile sides of wooden ships. Only a brave few would dare to challenge him and his ferocious crew.   “If speedy care be not taken they will become formidable. . . . Our government can make no defense,” wrote Philadelphia merchant James Logan. Captain Charles Johnson later wrote that the pirate had “frightened America more than any comet that has appeared in a long time.”   This pirate was causing panic and fear throughout the American colonies. He continued his raids of terror down the Atlantic coast and into the Caribbean Sea. The people that he robbed and captured didn’t know it at the time, but they were in the hands of the man who would become the most famous pirate ever: Blackbeard!; Title: Who Was Blackbeard? | [
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19,287 | 13 | Ellen Labrecque is a former Senior Editor for Sports Illustrated for Kids and the author of over twenty nonfiction books for young readers, including biographies of Jim Thorpe and Magic Johnson.Who Was Frank Lloyd Wright? For Frank Lincoln Wrights ninth birthday, his mother, Anna Lloyd Jones, bought him a special set of building blocks. The wooden blocks came in many shapes and sizes: cubes, spheres, and pyramids. There were shiny papers to cover them, and sticks to connect them. On that day in 1876, Anna dreamed her son would grow up to be a famous architect. An architect is a person who designs buildings such as homes, schools, hospitals, and museums. An architect plans what a building will look like inside and out. He also makes sure it is built safely. Frank loved his new toys and played with them all day long. He learned how shapes fit together. And he learned that he could make bigger and bigger structures by putting smaller shapes together in the right order. During Franks long life, he designed more than 1,100 buildings, including small houses, giant mansions, churches, temples, office buildings, and even a world-famous museum. When asked how he could create so many new projects, Frank answered, I cant get them out fast enough. He could barely keep up with his own ideas! Franks ideas led to some of the most creative structures ever built. He designed a house in Pennsylvania called Fallingwater that sits on top of a waterfall! He constructed an office building in Wisconsin that has columns shaped like giant lily pads at the top. He designed the Guggenheim art museum in New York Citya building that looks like a giant teacup from the outside. Inside, a spiral ramp rises toward a domed skylight. In 1991, the American Institute of Architects declared Frank the greatest American architect of all time. He really did become one of the worlds best architects. And Franks journey all began with a set of blocks!; Title: Who Was Frank Lloyd Wright? | [
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19,288 | 11 | Megan Stine has written several biographies for young readers, includingWho Was Marie Curie?, Who Was Ulysses S. Grant?, Who Is Michelle Obama?, and Who Was Sally Ride?Where Is the White House? On a fall day in 1792, President George Washington stood in a muddy pit on a barren rise of land. Rolling hills nearby were surrounded by woods. Cows and pigs grazed in the distance. No one lived anywhere near this beautiful wilderness overlooking the Potomac River. Washington picked up a hammer and drove a stake into the ground. Then he drove another. And another. Those stakes told the workmen exactly where to put the corners and walls of a new house. George Washington was the first president of the United States. But he was also a surveyora person who measures land. A whole new city was going to be built! It would be the capital city for the new country of the United States of America. The house at the center of it would be the new Presidents House. It would take eight years, many laborers, and tons of stone before the house was complete. George Washington never even got to live there. But eventually, the White House stood exactly where the first president said it should go, and the new capital city was named for himthe city of Washington. Chapter 1: Building a Capital City It was 1783. The Revolutionary War was over. The colonists had fought against the British for eight long years to gain their freedom. Finally, the colonists had won! A new country was bornthe United States of America. Now it was time to go about the business of creating a government. Like any other country, America would need a capital city. The city would need to have buildings for the government to work in. And it would need an important house for the president to live in. Where should that capital city be? At that time, some people thought the capital should be in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. After all, thats where the first Congress met. Its also where the Founding Fathers signed the Declaration of Independence. But one day something scary happened. A mob of angry men stormed up to the building where Congress was meeting. Congress asked Pennsylvania to protect them from the mob. The governor of Pennsylvania refused to help. He thought the angry men were in the right! That made the men in Congress think twice about where the capital should be. They decided it should not be in any of the thirteen states. It should be separate, on a special piece of land. Then the US government could have soldiers to protect and defend the capital city, without ever asking any state for help. In 1790, Congress decided that the new capital city would be built along the Potomac River. The spot they chose was part of Maryland and Virginia. Congress picked the spot to please the southern states. In exchange for having the capital in the south, the southern states agreed that the whole country should pay some debts from the war for the northern states. Now everyone was happy. Both Maryland and Virginia agreed to give up the land for the new city. President George Washington hired a French architect named Pierre LEnfant to design the city. LEnfant had big ideas. He designed the entire city of Washington, DC, on a grand scale. The main avenues in the new capital would be wide. They would lead into huge traffic circles. There would also be long diagonal streets. Important statues and monuments would be lined up with one another. That way people could stand at one important building and look straight down the avenue to another one. LEnfant planned that the Presidents House would sit at one end of a big diagonal street. The Capitol building, where Congress would meet, would sit at the other end. Straight across from the Presidents House, he thought there should be a statue of George Washington riding on a horse. LEnfant drew up the plans and gave them to George Washington. Washington liked the plans, but not everyone agreed about the house. LEnfant had set aside more than eighty acres of land for a Presidential Palace. Thomas Jefferson, one of the Founding Fathers, thought a big house was a bad idea. He said it would be too grand and showy. It would seem like Washington was trying to be a kingnot a president elected to serve the people. Jefferson said they should hold a contest to see who could come up with a design for the house. Washington agreed. So the contest was announced, and several people sent in designs. Some of the drawings looked like palaces or churches. One of them even had a throne inside. And one design was sent in anonymouslywithout a name on it. It was probably sent in by Thomas Jefferson! He very much wanted to help design the Presidents House. George Washington had his own ideas, though. He had already met a builder he liked. His name was James Hoban. Washington invited Hoban to enter the contest. He met with Hoban privately. They probably talked about what kind of house Washington wanted. And guess what? Hoban won the contest! There was only one thing Washington didnt like about Hobans design. It was too small! It was five times smaller than the palace LEnfant had planned. So George Washington told the builders to make the house one-fifth bigger. He also told the workmen to add a lot of carvings of leaves and flowers around the front door, to make it fancier. Many of the workmen on the new house were slaves who had been rented from their owners. They had to work for free. The slaves were good, strong laborers, but they werent trained to do carvings in stone. So workers were brought to America from Scotland to create the beautiful carvings on the front of the new house. Free African Americans also worked to build the house. 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19,289 | 0 | Giada De Laurentiis was born in Rome and grew up in a big Italian family. They spent a lot of time together in the kitchen, which is where Giada discovered her love of cooking! Later, she honed her skills at Le Cordon Bleu, a very cool cooking school in Paris, France. Many puff pastries and a graduation later, Giada began working in a fab restaurant called Spago in Los Angeles. Shortly after, she founded her very own catering company. She is now the Emmy Award-winning star of Food Network'sEvery Day Italian, Giada's Weekend Getaways,Giada in Paradise,andGiada at Home, as well as the author of seven cookbooks. She lives with her husband, Todd, and daughter, Jade, in a cozy house in Los Angeles. Giada loves the colors "pesto-green" and "eggplant-purple," and Nutella pancakes are her favorite treat to share with Jade.Chapter 1 An alien ship whizzed past Alfies head. He ducked just in time and turned around to shoot glowing globs of slime at it. Yes! he cheered as the aliens sunk under the weight of the slime and sailed toward Planet Zob far below. Now Alfie could focus on his mission to save the stranded battleship Kotarjust as long as no other aliens came along. Surely, hed make it to the next level of Alien Slime Universe before dinnertime. Alfredo Bertolizzi! Alfies mom said. Uh-oh, Alfie thought. When his mom used his full name, he knew he was in trouble. Cosa stai facendo? she said in Italian. What are you doing? Playing Alien Slime Universe, Alfie said. Mom set down the basket of laundry she was holding. Why arent you practicing your drums? she asked. I will, Alfie said, his eyes still glued to the TV screen. According to his friend Jackson, when you beat this level, the aliens floated out of their ships and did a hilarious song and dance. He just had to see that! What about your drum solo in the spring concert? Mom asked as she folded a T-shirt. You need to practice! Alfie glanced out the window at the flakes of snow falling lazily onto the white-dusted lawn. Its only February. I have plenty of time. Alfie had recently learned to play the drums and had been chosen to do a solo performance at the spring band concert next month. It was just that practicing could be so... boring sometimesespecially compared to Level 5 of Alien Slime Universe! Well, having a solo in the concert is a very big deal and should not be taken lightly. Not to mention, you probably also have homework to do, Mom continued. So I think its about time to turn off the video game. Aw, Mom, Alfie said. Just ten more minutes, okay? Alfies big sister, Emilia, and their great-aunt Donatella appeared in the doorway of the family room. Ten more minutes of what? Emilia asked. Blasting aliens, Alfie said. Arent you supposed to be practicing for your drum solo? Emilia asked. Alfie frowned. Emilia was only one year older than he was, but sometimes she acted like she was his mother. I dont feel like practicing, Alfie said. But he turned off his video game anyway. There was no way he was going to get any more game time in now. Everything takes practice, mio amore, Zia Donatella said, adjusting the brightly colored stone necklace she always wore. Even cooking! Alfie nodded. Zia was an amazing cook. Ever since shed come to stay with Alfie and his family, she had made some pretty awesome food for themand everything was always prepared from scratch. But having a fantastic cook in the house wasnt the only perk. Sometimes Zias food was magic! Alfie and Emilia had been magically transported to Naples, Paris, Hong Kong, and New Orleansall thanks to her special recipes. They were always ready for the next surprising adventure. Well, you should at least start practicing singing Happy Birthday to me! Emilia said with a big smile. Dont forget, my party is this weekend. Emilia was turning thirteen, and Alfie knew she could hardly waitespecially because it would mean she could say she was two years older than Alfie instead of one, even if it was only for a few months. How could I forget? Alfie asked. Its all youve talked about since Christmas! I cant believe my bambina, my baby girl, is going to be a teenager! Mom said, shaking her head. Alfie rolled his eyes. How are the party plans coming, you two? Mom asked Emilia and Zia. Great! Emilia said. Its going to be perfect. All my friends are coming, and Zias helping me plan the food. Were making homemade Napoli-style pizzas, baked pita chips and red-pepper dip, and spicy popcorn! That sounds wonderful! Mom said. Alfie had to agree. Oh, and were making Doberge cake for dessert! Emilia added. Doberge cake? Alfie asked. Isnt that what we had in New Alfie stopped himself midsentence when he saw the looks on Emilias and Zias faces. He was about to say New Orleans, but Mom and Dad didnt know about any of their adventures. It was Zia, Emilia, and Alfies secret. Doberge cake was a special chocolate layer cake that the amazing cook Delphine had made for them on their last night in New Orleans. Where did you have Doberge cake? Mom asked. Thats so unusual. It was... uh... at Beckys birthday party, Emilia jumped in. Her mom is from the South. I thought Beckys mom was from Maine, Mom said, looking confused. We talked about going up to their cabin for a family trip some summer. Oh, um, I guess it was her aunt then. Emilia shrugged. Okay... , replied Mom. Well, your party menu sounds delizioso! Just give me your grocery list and Ill pick up everything. Thanks, Mom, Emilia said. Of course. After all, its not every day we have a teenager in the house! Oh, brother, Alfie said. Zia laughed and ruffled Alfies hair. Come on. If youre not going to practice your drums right now, you can help me start dinner. Im making chicken Milanese. Alfie hopped up from his beanbag chair and turned off the TV. Chicken Milanese? Does that mean its from Milan? he asked, exchanging a glance with Emilia. He was eager to know if tonights dish might take them somewhere. Its from the market. Now andiamo! Lets go! Zia said, trying to be serious, but Alfie could detect a smile at the corner of her mouth. Okay, fine, Alfie sighed. It looked like tonight would just be dinner at home as usual. And that meant hed have to practice his drums when he was done. Chapter 2 People, people! Mr. Erikson stood in front of the band room and tapped his baton against the podium. Drummers, your timing in the intro is throwing everyone off. Youre coming in one beat late. You have to get that opening sequence just right. Lets start again from the top. Alfie slumped in his chair. How was it not the end of the period yet? That means you, too, Mr. Bertolizzi, Mr. Erikson said, giving Alfie a look. Alfie straightened his music stand and positioned his drumsticks over his snare drum. He waited for Mr. Erikson to count out the beat, and then they started the song over again for the fourth time. Finally, after two more tries, the band made it through to the end of the song. Then they repeated it again before the bell rang. Alfie thought his solo went pretty well that last time. Okay, everybody. Good work today! Mr. Erikson called over all the chatter and commotion as students packed up their instruments. Dont forget to practice, practice, practice. The spring concert will be here before we know it! Alfie slid his drumsticks into his backpack as his sheet music fluttered off the music stand and onto the floor. He knelt down to collect the loose pages into his band folder. Mr. Erikson walked over and handed Alfie one of the sheets that had sailed the farthest. You know, Alfie, Mr. Erikson started, I think your solo could use some more work. Im happy to help you with it if you want to practice a little extra after school. Alfie crammed his music folder into his backpack and zipped it up. Thanks, Mr. Erikson, but I cant really stay after. I... I have to get home to help my great-aunt Donatella. Alfie swallowed hard. He knew his family would happily let him stay after school to practice with Mr. Erikson. He just didnt want Mr. Erikson to know that. Well, I can always find someone else to do the solo, Alfie, if youre not up for it, Mr. Erikson said. I know its a lot of pressure, so thats fine if you dont want to do it. No, I want to do the solo. And Ill work on it more at home. I promise, Alfie said, turning toward the door. All righty then. Alfies teacher smiled. See you Friday. Bye, Mr. Erikson! Alfie called back. He bounded up the steps and through the band-room door. Charlie was waiting for him just outside, in the hall. Yo, Alfie! he said. Hey, Charlie, Alfie replied halfheartedly. Charlie was kind of Alfies friend, but he could also be kind of loud and annoying. So youre having trouble with the solo, huh? Charlie asked, nudging Alfies arm. No! Alfie said, walking quickly down the hall. He knew his voice sounded defensive. Charlie hurried to catch up. Oh, well, I just asked because Ive been practicing it, too. Charlie waved his drumsticks in front of Alfies face. You have? Alfies eyes were wide. Why was Charlie practicing his solo? Yeah, you know, just in case you dont feel like doing it, or cant do it, or whatever, Charlie said. I can do it, Alfie said. Im going to do it. Charlie put his drumsticks in his back pocket and held up his hand. Okay, cool. It just sounded like maybe Mr. Erikson was going to look for a replacement, thats all. Alfie could feel his ears getting hot. Why was everybody bugging him so much about this drum solo? When he and Emilia were in New Orleans, he played with a real, live jazz band in a real jazz club on a real stage! And he was good at it! All the La Salle kids in the band had told him so. This was just some silly little school concert. It was nothing compared to that! Alfie stood in front of the door to his math class and faced Charlie. Mr. Erikson is not replacing me, he said. Im doing the solo and thats that. He turned into the classroom without waiting for Charlies reply.; Title: Rio de Janeiro! #5 (Recipe for Adventure) | [
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19,290 | 0 | Nancy Krulik has written over one hundred books for children and young adults, including two New York Times Best Sellers. Her very first story (in first grade) was about how she wanted to be Mary Poppins because she wanted to dance in the park with Bert and the penguins.Aaron Blecha was raised by a school of giant squid in Wisconsin and now lives with his family by the south English seaside. He works as an artist designing funny characters, animating cartoons, and illustrating books, including the Harry Hammer shark series. You can enjoy more of his weird creations at www.monstersquid.com.Chapter 1 Pass it! Julianna shouted as George Brown dribbled the basketball down the court. Im open! But George didnt pass the ball. He just kept dribbling down the court. Finally, he stopped near the basket... aimed... and shot! The basketball soared through the air. It bounced off the backboard with a thud. It swirled around and around the rim. It teetered. It tottered. And then... Plop. The ball fell to the ground without going through the hoop. Oh man! George groaned. I was sure I was gonna sink that one. Thats what you get for being a ball-hog, Julianna told him. Why didnt you pass? Coach Hooper asked George. Julianna had a clear shot. George shrugged. I wanted to be the one to score, he replied. It doesnt matter which player scores, Coach Hooper told him. Remember, there is no i in team. George rolled his eyes. Coach Hooper said that same thing every practice. I think you could all use some more shooting practice, Coach Hooper told the team. Our first game is Saturday afternoon. I want the Fighting Ferrets to come out on top. How about a game of horse? Julianna asked the coach. Thats a really fun way to practice shooting. George groaned. He hated playing horse. The whole point of the game was for every player to make the exact same shot the first player had made. That was no problem for Julianna. She was one of the best players in the Beaver Brook Junior Basketball League and could make any kind of shota layup, a free throw, even a jump shot. But George wasnt as sure of a shot as Julianna. And every time he missed the basket, he got another letter in the word horse. George always felt rotten when he missed that fifth shot and got the letter e, because that meant he was out. Why dont you go first, Julianna? Coach Hooper passed her the ball. Sure thing, Coach! Julianna dribbled the ball three times as she ran toward the basket. Then she grabbed it with two hands and took her shot. The ball banked off the backboard, and fell right through the net. Nice shot! Coach Hooper exclaimed excitedly. Now its your turn, Alex. See if you can copy exactly what Julianna just did. Alex grabbed the ball and dribbled three times as he ran toward the basket. Then he grabbed it with two hands and... George couldnt watch anymore. Not because he was worried his best friend might miss the shot. George couldnt watch because he was too worried about what was going on inside his belly to think about anything else. There were bubbles dribbling around inside of George. Hundreds of them. They were bouncing up and down and all around. Gulp. That could only mean one thing. The magical super burp was back. And that was ba-a-ad! Because whenever the burp appeared, it brought trouble. The bubble trouble had all started when George and his family first moved to Beaver Brook. Georges dad was in the army, so the family moved around a lot. George had had plenty of experience at being the new kid in school. So hed expected the first day in his new school to stink. First days always did. But this first day was the stinkiest. In his old school, George had been the class clown. He was always pulling pranks and making jokes. But George had promised himself that things were going to be different at Edith B. Sugarman Elementary School. No more pranks. No more squishing red Jell-O between his teeth and telling everyone it was blood. No more trouble. Unfortunately, being the well-behaved kid in a new school also meant that George was the new kid with no new friends. No one at Edith B. Sugarman Elementary School even seemed to notice him. It was like he was invisible. That night, Georges parents took him to Ernies Ice Cream Emporium just to cheer him up. While they were sitting outside and George was finishing his root beer float, a shooting star flashed across the sky. So George made a wish. I want to make kids laughbut not get into trouble. Unfortunately, the star was gone before George could finish the wish. So only half came truethe first half. A minute later, George had a funny feeling in his belly. It was like there were hundreds of tiny bubbles bouncing around in there. The bubbles hopped up and down and all around. They ping-ponged their way into his chest, and bing-bonged their way up into his throat. And then... George let out a big burp. A huge burp. A SUPER burp! The super burp was loud, and it was magic. Suddenly George lost control of his arms and legs. It was like they had minds of their own. His hands grabbed straws and stuck them up his nose like a walrus. His feet jumped up on the table and started dancing the hokey pokey. Everyone at Ernies Emporium started laughing. The laughing sounded greatjust like the old days. Unfortunately, the sound of his parents yelling at him for misbehaving also sounded a whole lot like the old days. The magical super burp came back lots of times after that. And every time it did, George got in trouble. Bing-bong. Right now, the bubbles were beating on his bladder and leaping over his lungs. Ping-pong. The bubbles trampled their way onto Georges tongue. Gling-glong. They gathered around his gums. And then... Bubble bubble. George was in trouble. Dude, no! Alex shouted. Dude, yes! The magical super burp was on the loose. Whatever the burp wanted to do, George had to do. And right now, what the burp wanted to do was play horse. But not the basketball kind of horse. The next thing George knew, he was galloping around the court. Like a real horse. George! What are you doing? Coach Hooper shouted. Get back in line. You have to wait your turn. Magical super burps dont like waiting. They like playing. And neighing. Neigh! Neigh! George shouted. George, cut it out, Julianna insisted. Youre ruining the game. Neigh! Neigh! George shouted again. He galloped faster and faster around the court like a wild horse on the prairie. Some of the other kids on the team started to laugh. They thought George was hilarious. But Coach Hooper sure didnt. George, basketball is serious business, he said. Practice is over in ten minutes. And we havent worked on dribbling yet. That was all the burp had to hear! The next thing George knew, he was galloping across the court at top speed. His feet stopped right in front of Coach Hooper. George looked up, opened his mouth, and then... he let a big dribble of ooey gooey spit drool out of his mouth. The spit ran over his lips, down his chin, and right onto Coach Hoopers brand-new white high-tops! Thats what I call dribbling! said a tall, skinny kid named Nick, laughing. George opened his mouth a little wider and dribbled out a longer string of ooey gooey drool. He dribbled. And dribbled. And... Pop! Just then, George felt something burst in the bottom of his belly. Then all the air rushed out of him. The magical super burp was gone! But George was still there, with a glob of drool on his chin. What do you have to say for yourself? Coach Hooper asked him. George opened his mouth to say, Im sorry. And thats exactly what came out. Coach Hooper took a deep breath. George, I think youre done for the day. You better go home now. George didnt argue. It was better to leave before Coach got any angrier. Yes, sir, he said. George turned and headed for the door. What a rotten practice. This day couldnt get any worse. Or could it? Just as George reached the door to the gym, he saw something really horrible. Someone he disliked almost as much as he hated the magical super burp. Louie Farley. George wondered how long hed been standing there. I feel sorry for your team, Louie said as George walked toward him. They wont win any games with a loser like you around. George frowned. Obviously, Louie had been there long enough to see everything. The Fighting Ferrets are winners, George insisted. Were going to pulverize you Legal Eagles when we play you. You wanna bet? Louie asked him. Sure, George replied. Great, Louie said with grin. Lets make it a bet for something really good. George gulped. Louie was rich. He could afford to bet for something good. But George didnt have a lot of moneyall he had was his allowance and the cash he made by working at Mr. Furstmans pet shop on Saturday mornings. How about the loser has to be the winners butler for an entire week? Louie suggested. Phew. Louie wasnt betting anything that cost money. That was a relief. Okay, George said. Its a bet. Great! Louie exclaimed. We play you guys a week from Sunday. And youre not just gonna lose. Youre gonna lose so bad, youll scream for mercy!; Title: Dribble, Dribble, Drool! #18 (George Brown, Class Clown) | [
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19,291 | 13 | Gr 36This addition to the series explains the origins of Mount Rushmore. Kelley provides a history of the region, including its importance to the Sioux, who called it Paha Sapa, their sacred lands. Settlers moved into the area in the 1870s looking for gold, and eventually the U.S. government forced the Sioux to give up their land. By the 1920s, the state of South Dakota was looking for ways to attract tourists and decided a huge sculpture in the Black Hills was the key. Renowned sculptor Gutzon Borglum was hired to carve the faces of four presidents: a hugeand costlyengineering feat that was not without controversy. Kelley addresses these topics through 10 enlightening but concise chapters with more than 100 illustrations, as well as informative sidebars. VERDICT A strong addition to history collections for its inclusion of Native American history and the author's willingness to address the controversial legacy of this landmark.Patricia Ann Owens, formerly with Illinois Eastern Community College, Mt. CarmelTrue Kelley is the author-illustrator of Who Was Pablo Picasso? and the author of Who Is Dolly Parton?, Who Was Abigail Adams?, and Who Was Roald Dahl?; Title: Where Is Mount Rushmore? | [
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19,292 | 20 | Pamela Pollack and Meg Belviso are authors of several books in this series, including Who Is George Lucas?, Who Was Alfred Hitchcock? and Who Was Susan B. Anthony?Who Was Joan of Arc?   English soldiers surrounded the great walls of Orléans (say: OR-lee-on), France. The people had been trapped inside the town without food for seven months. The English hoped that if they closed off the city long enough, the French citizens would open their gates and surrender.   France and England had been at war for as long as the people of Orléans could remember. The Duke of Orléans, the town’s leader, had already been captured by the English. His half brother, John de Dunois, did his best to defend the town. But he couldn’t drive the English away. The people of Orléans were beginning to lose hope. They were hungry. They thought of another siege ten years before in another French town. It had lasted a full year. The people of that city had been forced to eat cats, horses, and rats to survive. Eventually that city had surrendered. The people of Orléans didn’t want to surrender, but what else could they do? “We need a miracle,” they said to one another.   And maybe a miracle was coming! People who managed to sneak inside the gate of Orléans brought news of a very special peasant girl. She saw visions. She spoke to angels and saints. Her name was Joan of Arc. On April 29, 1429, the citizens of Orléans heard amazing news. Joan had arrived! She had slipped through an unguarded gate in the wall and entered the town. And she wasn’t alone. She brought men who wanted to help, and wagonloads of food and farm animals. Hundreds of people ran to see her.   What they saw was a seventeen-year-old girl who wore her hair cut short and dressed like a boy. She wore a suit of armor specially made to fit her small frame. She carried a sword and a banner with angels on it. The banner read “Jhesus Maria” for Jesus and Mary. She was on a mission to save the town of Orléans.   When the people of Orléans looked at Joan, they saw an unlikely hero who they believed had been sent by God. With her sword at her side and her banner raised high, Joan was a living symbol of hope for the people of Orléans—and for all of France.; Title: Who Was Joan of Arc? | [
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19,293 | 17 | Pamela Pollock and Meg Belviso are authors of several books in this series, includingWho Is George Lucas?andWho Was Susan B. Anthony?Who Was J. R. R. Tolkien?Deep inside a lonely mountain, a dragon sleeps on a mound of gold. Suddenly, he wakes. Someone has come to steal his treasure! Only a great warrior would do something so brave and foolish. Who dares to challenge him?; Title: Who Was J. R. R. Tolkien? | [
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19,294 | 2 | Amy Acklesberg is a children's book author.; Title: Puppy Love! (Strawberry Shortcake) | [
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19,295 | 2 | Illustrator Dave Aikins grew up in the suburbs of Detroit, immersed in comicbooks, action figures and B-movies. He graduated from the Columbus College of Art & Design in 1995 and worked for a large newspaper and commercial art studio before founding Let's Draw Studio, his freelance illustration studio, in 1998. Hee now lives outside Columbus, OH with his family andcontinues to produce work for clients in the areas ofadvertising, product design and publishing.; Title: Baby Loves Shapes (Sassy) | [
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19,296 | 15 | Grosset & Dunlap creates high-quality books for young readers of any level. Focused on books for ages 012, Grosset offers a wide range of original fiction series, nonfiction titles, leveled readers, and licensed tie-ins to captivate every reader.; Title: Octonauts and the Adelie Penguins | [
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19,298 | 2 | Rosemary Wells (rosemarywells.com) is the author of 120 books for children, including more than 40 about the beloved bunnies, Max and Ruby, who star in their own television show on Nick, Jr. She lives in Connecticut.; Title: Max's Special Spring (Max and Ruby) | [
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19,299 | 1 | Grosset & Dunlap creates high-quality books for young readers of any level. Focused on books for ages 012, Grosset offers a wide range of original fiction series, nonfiction titles, leveled readers, and licensed tie-ins to captivate every reader.; Title: The Funny Bunny Factory (G&D Vintage) | [
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