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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; illustrated by Denise Brunkus 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! Remember when it was scary to go to school? In the first Junie B. Jones book, it's Junie B.'s first day and she doesn't know anything. She's so scared of the school bus and the meanies on it that when it's time to go home, she doesn't. 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 3: The Stupid Smelly Bus The bus wasn't like my daddy's car at all. It was very big inside. And the seats didn't have any cloth on them. The little curly girl was sitting near the front. And so I tapped on her. "Guess what?" I said. "Mother said for me to sit here." "No!" she said. "I'm saving this seat for my best friend, Mary Ruth Marble!" Then she put her little white purse on the place where I was going to sit. And so I made a face at her. "Hurry up and find a seat, young lady," said Mr. Woo. And so I quick sat down across from the curly mean girl. And Mr. Woo shut the door. It wasn't a regular kind of door, though. It folded in half. And when it closed, it made a whishy sound. I don't like that kind of door. If it closes on you by accident, it will cut you in half, and you will make a squishy sound. The bus made a big roar. Then a big puff of black smelly smoke came out the back end of it. It's called bus breath, I think. Mr. Woo drove for a while. Then the brakes made that loud, screechy noise again. I covered my ears so it couldn't get inside my head. 'Cause if loud, screechy noises get inside your head, you have to take an aspirin. I saw that on a TV commercial. Then the bus door opened again. And a dad and a boy with a grouchy face got on. The dad smiled. Then he plopped the grouchy boy right next to me. "This is Jim," he said. "I'm afraid Jim isn't too happy this afternoon." The dad kissed the boy good-bye. But the boy wiped it off his cheek. Jim had on a backpack. It was blue. I love backpacks. I wish I had one of my very own. One time I found a red one in a trash can. But it had a little bit of gushy on it, and Mother said no. Jim's backpack had lots of zippers. I touched each one of them. "One... two... three... four," I counted. Then I unzipped one. "HEY! DON'T!" yelled Jim. He zipped it right up again. Then he moved to t...
