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Zusatztext From USA TODAY: "Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set." From Publisher' Weekly : "Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.— and reading—are lots of fun." From Kirkus Reviews : "Junie's swarms of young fans will continue to delight in her unique take on the world....A hilarious! first-rate read-aloud." From Booklist : "Park! one of the funniest writers around . . . brings her refreshing humor to the beginning chapter-book set." From Time magazine: "Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty." From School Library Journal : "Park is truly a funny writer. Although Junie B. is a kindergartner! she's sure to make middle graders laugh out loud." Informationen zum Autor BARBARA PARK (1947–2013) is beloved by millions as the author of the wildly popular Junie B. Jones series. She is also the author of award-winning middle-grade novels and picture books, including Skinnybones and Mick Harte Was Here . We are thankful for the laughter she’s given us and to millions of children. Klappentext "Hilarious. Barbara Park makes reading fun." -Dav Pilkey, author of Dog Man Barbara Park's #1 New York Times bestselling chapter book series, Junie B. Jones, has been keeping kids laughing-and reading-for more than twenty-five years. Over 65 million copies sold! Meet the World's Funniest Kindergartner-Junie B. Jones! Junie B. is the bestest spier in the world. That's 'cause she has sneaky feet. And her nose doesn't whistle when she breathes. But guess what? Junie B. might be real sneaky. And real peeky. But when she spies on Mrs., she could get into real trouble! USA Today: "Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set." Publishers Weekly: "Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.-and reading-are lots of fun." Kirkus Reviews: "Junie's swarms of young fans will continue to delight in her unique take on the world. . . . A hilarious, first-rate read-aloud." Time: "Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty." Chapter 4: Cookie Mix and Other Stuff The next day was Saturday. Saturday is the day me and my mother go to the grocery store. I have rules at that place. Like no hollering the words I WANT ICE CREAM! And no calling Mother the name of big meanie when she won't buy it. And no eating a bag of marshmallows that doesn't belong to you. Or else the store guy yanks it away from you. And he says, Eating is the same thing as stealing, young lady. Then he takes you to Mother. And she has to pay for the whole entire bag. Except for I don't know why. 'Cause I only ate three of those softy guys and that's all. The carts at the grocery store have seats in them. That's where babies sit. Only not me. 'Cause big girls get to walk all by theirselves. And guess what else? One time Mother even let me push the whole big cart without any help. Except for then some baked beanies got knocked off their shelf. And a grandma got her foot caught in my tire. And so now I have to wait till I'm bigger. My favorite aisle is where the cookies are. That's 'cause sometimes there is a lady at a table there. And she gives me and Mother cookie samples. And we don't even have to pay for them. Their name is freebies, I think. Only too bad for me. 'Cause this time the lady wasn't there. "Darn it," I said very disappointed. "No freebie lady." Mother smiled. "That's okay. When we get home, we're going to bake our own cookies for Grandparents' Day, remember? Won't that be fun?" she asked. I made my shoulders go up and down. That's 'cause I was still mad at her for not taking me to my teacher's house, of course.
