The Sisters Club (Sisters Club Series #1)
The Sisters Club (Sisters Club Series #1)
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Overview
From the author of the Judy Moody books, this exciting novel captures the warmth, humor, and squabbles of three spunky sisters.
Meet the Sisters Club: twelve-year-old Alex, aspiring actress and born drama queen; eight-year-old Joey, homework lover and pioneer wannabe; and smack in the middle, ten-year-old Stevie, the glue that holds them together -- through dinner disasters, disputes over stolen lucky sweaters, and Alex’s going gaga over her leading man. Playfully weaving Stevie’s narration with Alex’s scripts, Joey’s notebook entries, and hilarious elements such as "How to Swear in Shakespeare" and "Dear Sock Monkey" letters, this hugely engaging novel showcases Megan McDonald’s ear for dialogue, comic timing, and insight into the ever-changing dynamics of sisterhood.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780763651862 |
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| Publisher: | Candlewick Press |
| Publication date: | 03/22/2011 |
| Series: | Sisters Club Series , #1 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 4 MB |
| Age Range: | 9 - 12 Years |
About the Author
“Sometimes I think I am Judy Moody,” says Megan McDonald, author of the wildly popular Judy Moody series, the Stink books, and the Sisters Club trilogy. “I’m certainly moody, like she is. Judy has a strong voice and always speaks up for herself. I like that.”
For Megan McDonald, being able to speak up for herself wasn’t always easy. She grew up in a house full of books, as the youngest of five sisters in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Her father, an ironworker, was known to his coworkers as “Little Johnny the Storyteller.” Every evening, the McDonalds gathered around the large, round dinner table to talk and tell stories, but Megan McDonald was barely able to get a word in edgewise. “I’m told I began to stutter,” she says, leading her mother to give her a copy of Harriet the Spy and a small spiral notebook, so she could begin writing things down á la the young reporter Harriet.
To date, Megan McDonald has penned more than sixty books for children and young readers, including the critically acclaimed Judy Moody series. These hilarious books have won numerous awards, ranging from a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year and an International Reading Association Children’s Choice to the first-ever Beverly Cleary Children’s Choice Award. “Judy has taken on a life of her own,” the author notes, with millions of Judy Moody books in print worldwide. The feisty third-grader is highly popular with boys and girls, making for an enthusiastic base of fans who are among Megan McDonald’s strongest incentives to keep writing the adventures of Judy Moody and her little brother, Stink, along with a bottomless well of ideas inspired by growing up with four older sisters.
And—by popular demand—Judy Moody’s little brother, Stink, gets his chance to shine in his own adventures! Megan McDonald says, “Once, while I was visiting a class full of Judy Moody readers, the kids, many with spiked hair à la Judy’s little brother, chanted, ‘Stink! Stink! Stink! Stink! Stink!’ as I entered the room. In that moment, I knew that Stink had to have a book all his own.” Now, giant jawbreakers, smelly sneakers, stinky corpse flowers, and 101 runaway guinea pigs join Mouse, Jaws, Toady, mood rings, an ABC gum collection, and operating on a zucchini in the everyday antics of Judy Moody’s world.
Megan McDonald has recalled some of her own childhood by writing about the warmth, humor—and squabbles—of three spunky sisters in the Sisters Club trilogy, wrapping up with Cloudy With a Chance of Boys. Megan McDonald lives and writes in northern California with her husband, a frequent collaborator.
Read an Excerpt
The Middle
Being in the middle is like being invisible.
Especially when you're the middle sister in a family with three girls.
Think about it. The middle of a story is not the beginning or the end. The middle of a train is not the caboose or the engine.
The middle of a play is intermission. The middle of Monkey in the Middle is a monkey. The middle of Neapolitan ice cream is . . . vanilla.
"I'm vanilla!" I shouted one day to anybody who would listen. Plain old boring vanilla.
Nobody listened.Alex, my older sister, ignored me. She just kept writing stuff in the margins of her play script (what else is new!) and muttering the lines under her breath.
Easy for her. She's strawberry.
I was sick of it, so I told my family how I hate being the middle. Middle, middle, middle.
"Hey! The middle of 'Farmer in the Dell' is the cheese!" Joey, my younger sister, reminded me.
"The cheese stands alone," I reminded her back. Alex looked up. "There's a book about that, you know. I Am the Cheese."
Yeah. My autobiography, I thought. "Wait. You think you're cheese or something?" Joey asked.
I ignored her. They just don't get it. I mean, the middle of a year is, what, Flag Day? The middle of a life is a midlife crisis!
I told my dad I was having a midlife crisis.
"You're going to give me a midlife crisis if you don't get over this," Dad said. I asked him to name one middle that is a good thing. Dad had to think. He thought and thought and didn't say anything. Then finally he told me, "The middle of an apple is the core."
"Um-hmm. The yucky part people throw away," I said.
"How about the middle of the night? That's an interesting time, when people see things differently." I pointed out that most people sleep through the middle of the night.
Then he shouted like he had a super-brainy Einstein idea. "The middle of an Oreo cookie is the sweet, creamy, best part. You can't argue with that." He was right. I couldn't argue. If I had to be a middle, that's the best middle to be.
"See? You're the peanut butter in the sandwich," said Dad. "You're the creamy center of the cookie that holds it all together. You're the glue."
I'm the glue?
Maybe Dad's right. After all, I'm the one who came up with the (brilliant!) idea for the Sisters Club, back when I was Joey's age. Alex gets to be the Boss Queen, of course, so she runs the meetings. Joey (a.k.a. Madam Secretary/Treasurer) takes the notes and collects dues (if we had any money). I keep the peace. I am the glue!
The Sisters Club Charter by Joey Reel
CLUBHOUSE: Alex's room
MEMBERS: Reel sisters only
UNIFORM: Pj's are good. Plaid is bad. Except when it's pj's.
MASCOT: Alex's sock monkey, named Sock Monkey (I wish it was Hedgie, my hedgehog.)
LOGO: Three sock monkeys arm in arm
ALTERNATE LOGO: Troll doll with the "no" sign over it
SECRET SIGN OR HANDSHAKE:
Hook pinkies together while saying, "Sisters, Blisters, and Tongue Twisters."
SECRET KNOCK: I don't know how to write it!
I just know how to do it. Sounds like:
Da-da-da, da-dee-dee-doh.
PASSWORD: Shakespeare (Shh! Don't tell!)
ACTIVITIES: Tell secrets and scary stories, eat popcorn and ice cream, stay up late, have sleepovers in Alex's room (I mean the clubhouse!).
DUES: Only if we need popcorn or ice cream and we're out of them.
RULES: No throwing pillows or other objects, except in an official pillow fight.No putting crumbs in Alex's bed on purpose.
No using Alex's brush to brush your hair .
No taking stuff from Alex's room (especially anything with glitter).