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Informationen zum Autor BARBARA PARK is best known as the author of the wildly popular New York Times bestselling Junie B. Jones series, which has kept kids (and their grown-ups) laughing—and reading—for over two decades. Beloved by millions, the Junie B. Jones books have been translated into multiple languages and are a time-honored staple in elementary school classrooms around the world. Barbara once said, “I’ve never been sure whether Junie B.’s fans love her in spite of her imperfections…or because of them. But either way, she’s gone out into the world and made more friends than I ever dreamed possible.” Barbara Park is also the author of award-winning middle grade novels and bestselling picture books, including Skinnybones, Mick Harte Was Here, and Ma! There’s Nothing to Do Here! Barbara Park was born in New Jersey in 1947 and spent most of her adult life in Arizona, where she and her husband, Richard, raised two sons. Barbara died in 2013, but her legacy lives on in the laughter her books give to readers all over the world. Klappentext "Ma! there's nothing to do here!” complains the precocious protagonist of this rhyming tale set entirely in utero. It's not exactly a scintillating experience spending nine months in your mother's womb. You're just stuck there at the end of that dumb bungee cord (a.k.a. the umbilical cord)! with nothing whatsoever to do but slosh around. But! oh! the endless joys you have to look forward to as you listen to the tick-tock of ma's happy heart clock and await that happy day when you finally come out to play. Zusammenfassung This hilarious picture book about a baby waiting to be born is the perfect gift for moms and moms-to-be -- by Barbara Park, the beloved and bestselling author of the Junie B. Jones series! “Ma! there’s nothing to do here!” complains the precocious protagonist of this rhyming tale set entirely in utero. It’s not exactly a scintillating experience spending nine months in your mother’s womb. You’re just stuck there at the end of that dumb bungee cord (a.k.a. the umbilical cord), with nothing whatsoever to do but slosh around. But, oh, the endless joys you have to look forward to as you listen to the tick-tock of ma’s happy heart clock and await that happy day when you finally come out to play....
