Présentation de l'éditeur
Any kid who's ever been in a bad mood will relate to the feisty, funny, ever-changing Judy Moody. (Ages 6-10)
To start, Judy Moody doesn't have high hopes for third grade. Her new desk won't have an armadillo sticker with her name on it. Her new classroom will not have a porcupine named Roger. And with her luck, she'll get stuck sitting in the first row, where Mr. Todd will notice every time she tries to pass a note to her best friend, Rocky. An aspiring doctor, Judy does have a little brother who comes in handy for practicing medicine, a cool new pet, and a huge Band-Aid collection.
Judy also has an abundance of individuality and attitude, and when Mr. Todd assigns a very special class project, she really gets a chance to express herself! Megan McDonald's spirited text and Peter Reynolds's wry illustrations combine in a feisty, funny first chapter book for every kid who has ever felt a little out of sorts.
Extrait
When Judy Moody arrived in third grade, her teacher, Mr. Todd, stood by the door, welcoming everyone. "Hello there, Judy."
"Hello, Mr. Toad," said Judy. She cracked herself up.
"Class, please hang your backpacks on the hooks and put your lunches in the cubbies," said Mr. Todd.
Judy Moody looked around the classroom. "Do you have a porcupine named Roger?" Judy asked Mr. Todd.
"No, but we have a turtle named Tucson. Do you like turtles?"
She liked turtles! But she caught herself just in time. "No. I like toads." Judy cracked up again.
"Rocky, your seat is over by the window, and Judy, yours is right up front," said Mr. Todd.
"I knew it," said Judy. She surveyed her new front-row desk. It didn't have an armadillo sticker with her name on it.
Guess Who sat across the aisle from her. Frank Eats-Paste Pearl. He glanced at Judy sideways, then bent his thumb all the way back, touching his wrist. Judy rolled her tongue like a hot dog back at him.
"You like sharks too?" he asked, passing her a small white envelope with her name on it.
Ever since they had danced the Maypole together in kindergarten, this boy would not leave her alone. In first grade, Frank Pearl sent her five valentines. In second grade, he gave her a cupcake on Halloween, on Thanksgiving, and on Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. Now, on the first day of third grade, he gave her a birthday party invitation. Judy checked the date inside-his birthday was not for three weeks! Even a real shark would not scare him off.
"Can I look inside your desk?" asked Judy. He moved to one side. No sign of paste.
Mr. Todd stood in front of the class. GINO'S EXTRA-CHEESE PIZZA was printed in large letters on the board.
"Are we having extra-cheese pizza for lunch?" Judy asked.
"For Spelling." Mr. Todd held his finger to his lips like it was a secret. "You'll see."
Then he said, "Okay! Third grade! Listen up! We're going to try something
different to kick off the year, as a way of getting to know one another. This year, each of you will make your own Me collage. All about YOU. You can draw or cut out pictures and paste things to your collage that tell the class what makes you YOU."
A Me collage! It sounded fun to Judy, but she didn't say so.
"We don't have to draw a map of our family, then?" asked Jessica Finch.
"I'm passing out a list of ideas for things you might include, like your family. I'm also giving everyone a folder for collecting the things you want to put on your collage. We'll work on these as we have time over the next month. At the end of September, you'll each get a chance to tell the class about YOU."
All through Language Arts and Social Studies, Judy thought about one thing-herself. Judy Moody, star of her own Me collage. Maybe third grade wasn't so bad after all.
"Okay, everybody. Time for Spelling."
"Yuck. Spelling," Judy said under her breath, remembering her bad mood.
"Yuck. Spelling," Frank Pearl agreed. Judy squinched her eyebrows at him.
"Take out a piece of paper and write down five spelling words you can fin
