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I had a bad August. A very bad August. As bad as pickle juice on a cookie. Eleanor’s beloved babysitter, Bibi, is moving away. Suddenly, the things she used t

I hate camp. I just hate it. I wish I didn’t. But I do. Being here is worse than bug juice on a burger. Or homework on Thanksgiving. Or water seeping into my

I did a mean thing. A very mean thing. I HATE that I did it. But I did. This is worse than carrot juice on a cupcake or a wasp on my pillow or a dress that’s

In this early chapter book and follow-up to Not For Sale, Cyrus and his brother, Rudy, adjust to life in the country after moving into their new house.

In New England in the late nineteenth century, a fatherless family, happy in spite of its impoverished condition, is befriended by a very rich gentleman and his