Superfudge: Anniversary Edition by Judy Blume (English) Hardcover Book

Description: Superfudge by Judy Blume Nothing is simple for 12-year-old Peter. His younger brother, Fudge, is bad enough. Now theres a new baby on the way, and his family is moving to Princeton for a year. "A genuinely funny story . . . dealing with the kinks and knots of modern family life."--"The New York Times Book Review." FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description He knows a lot of big words, but he doesnt know where babies come from. Hes never heard of a stork, but he plans to be a bird when he grows up. Hes Superfudge, otherwise known as Farley Drexel Hatcher. And, according to his older brother Peter, the biggest pain ever invented. Among other things.As fans of Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing already know, nothing is simple for Peter Hatcher. He is far from overjoyed at the turn the family fortunes are taking. It looks as if Peter will be spending the sixth grade far from Central Park, Sheila Tubman, Jimmy Fargo, and Henry the doorman. (He wont miss Sheila). And it also looks as if Fudge will no longer be the baby of the family. How will Peter ever survive if his new sibling is a carbon copy of Fudge?But as Fudge fans also know, bad news for Peter generally means good news for Judy Blumes readers—in the form of a very funny story.They wont be disappointed! Author Biography Judy Blume spent her childhood in Elizabeth, NJ, making up stories inside her head. She has spent her adult years in many places, doing the same thing, only now she writes her stories down on paper. Adults as well as children will recognize such Blume titles as: Are You There God? Its Me, Margaret; Superfudge; Blubber; Just As Long As Were Together; and Forever. She has also written the best-selling novels Wifey; Smart Women; and, Summer Sisters. More than 75 million copies of her books have been sold, and her work has been translated into twenty-six languages.She receives thousands of letters each month from readers of all ages who share their feelings and concerns with her.Judy received a B.S. in education from New York University in 1961, which named her a Distinguished Alumna in 1996, the same year that American Library Association honored her with the Margaret A. Edwards Award for Lifetime Achievement. She has won more than ninety awards, none more important than those coming directly from her youngest readers.She serves on the boards of the Authors Guild, currently as Vice President; the Society of Childrens Book Writers and Illustrators, where she sponsors an award for contemporary fiction; and the National Coalition Against Censorship, working to protect intellectual freedom. In Spring 2002, Judy was a spokesperson for the Cheerios "A Book for Every Child" literacy campaign which benefited Reading is Fundamental, Americas largest literacy organization. She is also the founder and trustee of The Kids Fund, a charitable and educational foundation.Judys first book in the Fudge series, Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, was published in 1972. She is thrilled to be celebrating its 30th Anniversary with the publication of Double Fudge. Just as generations of fans have loved the Fudge books, generations of Judys family have inspired them. Thirty years ago, Fudge was inspired by her son, Larry, and now Double Fudge was written at the request of her grandson, Elliot.Judy lives on islands up and down the East Coast with her husband George Cooper. They have three grown children and one grandchild. Review Praise for Judy Blume and the Fudge books: "Each [Fudge book] is packed with wacky earthy disasters that are her trademark and that children love to read about . . . Judy Blume has a knack for knowing what children think about and an honest, highly amusing way of writing about it." —The New York Times "Its a pleasure to watch a talented author like Judy Blume consistently create books that reflect a remarkable ability for combining humor with perceptive insight into a childs world." —Publishers Weekly "Blume has her eye on the fine details of life, whether funny or frustrating." —Booklist "For anyone who has ever been burdened by a pesky younger brother, theres fast and funny reading in this story." —Childrens Digest on Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing "As usual, Blumes humor and pitch-perfect ear for sibling rivalry and family dynamics will have readers giggling with recognition. Newcomers and Fudge fans alike will savor this installment in the well-loved series." —Booklist on Double Fudge "Fudge-a-Mania infects kids with giggles." —BookPage on Fudge-a-Mania Review Quote "A genuinely funny story...dealing with the kinks and knots of modern family life."-- The New York Times Book Review "As a kid, Judy Blume was my favorite author, Excerpt from Book Life was going along okay when my mother and father dropped the news. Bam! Just like that. "We have something wonderful to tell you, Peter," Mom said before dinner. She was slicing carrots into the salad bowl. I grabbed one. "What is it?" I asked. I figured maybe my fathers been made president of the company. Or maybe my teacher phoned, saying that even though I dont get the best grades in the fifth grade, I am definitely the smartest kid in the class. "Were going to have a baby," Mom said. "Were going to what?" I asked, starting to choke. Dad had to whack me on the back. Tiny pieces of chewed up carrot flew out of my mouth and hit the counter. Mom wiped them up with a sponge. "Have a baby," Dad said. "You mean youre pregnant?" I asked Mom. "Thats right," she told me, patting her middle."Almost four months." "Four months! Youve know for four months and you didnt tell me?" "We wanted to be sure," Dad said. "It took you four months to be sure?" "I saw the doctor for the second time today," Mom said. "The babys due in February." She reached over and tried to tousle my hair. I ducked and got out of the way before she could touch me. Dad took the lid off the pot on the stove and stirred up the stew. Mom went back to slicing carrots. Youd have thought we were discussing the weather. "How could you?" I shouted. " How could you? Isnt one enough?" They both stopped and looked at me. I kept right on shouting. "Another Fudge! Just what the family needs." I turned and stormed down the hall. Fudge, my four- year-old brother, was in the living room. He was shoving crackers into his mouth and laughing like a loon at Sesame Street on TV. I looked at him and thought about having to go through it all over again. The kicking and the screaming and the messes and more-much more. I felt so angry that I kicked the wall. Fudge turned. "Hi, Pee-tah," he said. "You are the biggest pain ever invented!" I yelled. He tossed a handful of crackers at me. I raced to my room and slammed the door, so hard my map of the world fell of the wall and landed on the bed. My dog, Turtle, barked. I opened the door just enough to let him squeeze though, then slammed it shut again. I pulled my Adidas bag out of the closet and emptied two dresser drawers into it. Another Fudge, I said to myself. Theyre going to have another Fudge. There was a knock at my door, and Dad called, "Peter..." "Go away," I told him. "Id like to talk to you," he said. "About what?" As if I didnt know. "The baby." "What baby?" "You know what baby!" "We dont need another baby." "Need it or not, its coming," Dad said. "So you might as well get used to the idea." "Never!" "Well talk about it later," Dad said. "In the meantime, scrub up. Its time for dinner." "Im not hungry." I zipped up my bag grabbed a jacket and opened my bedroom door. No one was there. I marched down the hall and found my parents in the kitchen. "Im leaving," I announced. "Im not going to hang around waiting for another Fudge to get born. Good-bye." I didnt move. I just stood there, waiting to see what theyd do next. "Where are you going?" Mom asked. She took four plates out of the cabinet and handed them to Dad. "To Jimmy Fargos," I said, although until that moment I hadnt thought at all about where I would go. "They have a one-bedroom apartment," Mom said. "Youd be very crowded." "Then Ill go to Grandmas. Shell be happy to have me." "Grandmas in Boston for the week, visiting Aunt Linda." "Oh." "So why dont you scrub up and have your dinner, and then you can decide where to go," Mom said. I didnt want to admit that I was hungry, but I was. And all those goods smells coming from the pots and pans on the stove were making my mouth water. So I dropped my Adidas bag and went down the hall to the bathroom. Fudge was at the sink. He stood on his stool, lathering his hands with three inches of suds. "Hello, you must be Bert," he said in his best Sesame Street voice. "My name is Ernie. Glad to meet you." He offered me one of his sudsy little hands. "Roll up your sleeves," I told him. "Youre making a mess." "Mess, mess...I love to make a mess," he sang. "We know...we know," I told him. I ran my hands under the faucet and dried them on my jeans. When we got to the table, Fudge arranged himself in his chair. Since he refuses to sit in his booster seat, he has to kneel so that he can reach his place at the table. "Pee-tah didnt scrub," he said. "He only rinsed." "You little..." I started to say, but Fudge was already yapping away to my father. "Hello, Im Bert. You must be Ernie." "Thats right," my father said, playing along with him. "How are you, Bert?" "Well, Ill tell you," Fudge said. "My livers turning green and my toenails are falling off." "Sorry to hear that, Bert," my father said. "Maybe tomorrow will be a better day." "Yes, maybe," Fudge said. I shook my head and piled up some mashed potatoes on my plate. Then I drowned them in gravy. "Remember when we took Fudge to Hamburger Heaven," I said, "and he smeared mashed potatoes all over the wall?" "I did that?" Fudge asked, suddenly interested. "Yes," I told him, "and you dumped a plate of peas on your head too." My mother started to laugh. "Id forgotten all about that day." "Too bad you didnt remember before you decided to have another baby," I said. "Baby?" Fudge asked. My mother and father looked at each other. I got the message. They hadnt told Fudge the good news yet. "Yes," Mom said. "Were going to have a baby." "Tomorrow?" Fudge asked/ "No, not tomorrow," Mom said. "When?" Fudge asked. "February," Dad said. "January, February, March, April, May, June, July..." Fudge recited. "Okay...okay..." I said. "We all know how smart you are." "Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty..." "Enough!" I said. "A, B, C, D, E, F, G, R, B, Y, Z..." "Will somebody turn him off?" I said. Fudge was quite for a few minutes. Then he said, "What kind of new baby will it be?" "Lets hope its not like you," I said. "Why not? I was a good baby, wasnt I, Mommy?" "You were an interesting baby, Fudgie, Mom said. "See I was an interesting baby, he said to me. "And Peter was a sweet baby," Mom said. "He was very quiet." "Lucky you had me first," I said to Mom, "or you might not have had any more kids." "Was I a quite baby, too? Fudge asked. "I wouldnt say that, " Dad said. "I want to see the baby," Fudge asked. "You will." "Now!" "You cant see it now," Dad said. "Why not?" Fudge asked. "Because its inside of me," Mom told him. Here it comes, I thought, the big question. When I asked it, I got a book called How Babies Are Made. I wondered what Mom and Dad would say to Fudge. But Fudge didnt ask. Instead, he banged his spoon against the plate and howled. "I want to see the baby. I want to see the baby now!" "Youll have to wait until February," Dad said, "just like the rest of us." "Now now now!" Fudge screamed. Another five years of this, I thought. Maybe even more. And whos to say that they arent going to keep on having babies, one after the other. "Excuse me." I said, getting up from the table. I went into the kitchen and grabbed my Adidas bag. Then I stood in the doorway and called "Well, Id better be on my way." I sort of waved good-bye. "Where is Pee-tah going?" Fudge asked. "Im running away," I told him. "But Ill come back to visit. Someday." "No, Pee-tah...dont go!" Fudge jumped off his chair and ran to me. He grabbed my leg and started bawling. "Pee-tah...Pee-tah...take me with you." I tried to shake him off my leg but I couldnt. He can be really strong. I looked at my mother and father. Then I looked at Fudge, who gave me the same look as Turtle when hes begging for a biscuit. "If only I knew for sure what the baby would be like," I said. "Take a chance, Peter," Dad said. "The baby wont necessarily be anything like Fudge." "But it wont necessarily not be like him either," I answered. Fudge tugged at my leg. "I want an interesting baby," he said. "Like me." I sighed. "If you think its going to sleep in my room, youre crazy," I told Mom and Dad. "The baby will sleep in here," Mom said. "In the dining area." "Then where will we eat?" "Oh, well think of something," Mom said. I put my Adidas bag down and tried shaking Fudge off one more time. "Okay," I said, "Ill stay for now. But when the baby comes, if I dont like it, Im leaving." "Me too," Fudge said. "Sam got a new baby and it smells." He held up his nose. "P.U." "Who want dessert?" Dad asked. "Its vanilla pudding." "I do...I do..." Fudge yelped. He let go of me and climbed into his chair. "Peter?" Dad said. "Sure, why not?" And I sat down at the table too. Mom reached over and tousled my hair. This time I let her. Details ISBN0525469303 Author Judy Blume Short Title SUPERFUDGE Language English ISBN-10 0525469303 ISBN-13 9780525469308 Media Book Format Hardcover DEWEY FIC Year 2002 Publication Date 2002-09-30 Residence NJ, US Birth 1938 Audience Age 8-12 DOI 10.1604/9780525469308 Subtitle Anniversary Edition Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2002-09-30 NZ Release Date 2002-09-30 US Release Date 2002-09-30 UK Release Date 2002-09-30 Pages 192 Publisher Dutton Books for Young Readers Imprint Dutton Books for Young Readers Replaces 9780525405221 Audience Children / Juvenile We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137581139;

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