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Double Fudge

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Présentation de l'éditeur Part of the classic Fudge series from Judy Blume, bestselling author of Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing! Fudge is obsessed with money. He’s making his own “Fudge Bucks” and has plans to buy the entire world. But life gets really crazy when Fudge and his older brother, Peter, run into their long-lost relatives, the Howie Hatchers. Now they have to deal with annoying twin cousins and a weird younger cousin, coincidentally named Farley Drexel Hatcher—just like Fudge! Their names aren’t the only similarity, and before long, mini-Fudge is causing just as much trouble as Fudge always has! “As a kid, Judy Blume was my favorite author, and Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing was my favorite book.”—Jeff Kinney, author of the bestselling Wimpy Kid series Love Fudge, Peter, and Sheila? Read all the books featuring your favorite characters: Tales of a Fourth Grade NothingOtherwise Known as Sheila the Great Superfudge Fudge-a-Mania Extrait Chapter 1 The Miser When my brother Fudge was five, he discovered money in a big way. "Hey, Pete," he said one night asI was getting out of the shower. "How much wouldit cost to buy New York?" "The city or the state?" I asked, as if it were a serious question. "Which is bigger?" "The state, but all the good stuff is in the city." People who don’t live in the city might disagree, but I’m a city kind of guy. "We live in the city, right?" Fudge said. He was sitting on the open toilet seat in his pajamas. "You’re not doing anything, are you?" I asked as I toweled myself dry. "What do you mean, Pete?" "I mean you’re sitting on the toilet, and you haven’t pulled down your pj’s." He swung his feet and started laughing. "Don’t worry, Pete. Only Tootsie still poops in her pants." Tootsie is our little sister. She’ll be two in February. Fudge watched as I combed my wet hair. "Are you going someplace?" he asked. "Yeah, to bed." I got into clean boxers and pulled a T-shirt over my head. "Then how come you’re getting dressed?" "I’m not getting dressed. Starting tonight, this is what I wear instead of pajamas. And how come you’re still up?" "I can’t go to sleep until you tell me, Pete." "Tell you what?" "How much it would cost to buy New York City." "Well, the Dutch paid about twenty-four dollars for it back in the sixteen hundreds." "Twenty-four dollars?" His eyes opened wide. "That’s all?" "Yeah, it was a real bargain. But don’t get your hopes up. That’s not what it would cost today, even if it were for sale, which it’s not." "How do you know, Pete?" "Believe me, I know!" "But how?" "Listen, Fudge . . . by the time you’re twelve there’s a lot of stuff you know, and you don’t even know how you know it." He repeated my line. "There’s a lot of stuff you know and you don’t even know how you know it!" Then he laughed like crazy. "That’s a tongue twister, Pete." "No, that’s just the truth, Fudge." The next day he was at it again. In the elevator he asked Sheila Tubman, "How much money do you have, Sheila?" "That’s not a polite question, Fudgie," she told him. "Nice people don’t talk about their money, especially in these times." Sheila gave me a look like it was my fault my brother has no manners. I hope she’s not in my class this year. I hope that every year, and every year she’s there, like some kind of itch you can’t get rid of, no matter how hard you scratch. "I’m nice," Fudge said, "and I like to talk about money. You want to know how much I have?" "No," Sheila told him. "It’s nobody’s business but yours." He told her anyway. I knew he would. "I have fourteen dollars and seventy-four cents. I mise my money every night before I go to sleep." "You mise your money?" Sheila asked. Then she shook her head at me like it’s my fault he thinks mise is a word. Henry, who runs the elevator in our building, laughed. "Nothing like having a miser in the family." "You don’t have to be a miser, Fudge," Sheila said. "If you like counting money so much, you can workat a bank when you grow up." "Yeah, Afficher moinsAfficher plus

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Présentation de l'éditeur Part of the classic Fudge series from Judy Blume, bestselling author of Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing! Fudge is obsessed with money. He’s making his own “Fudge Bucks” and has plans to buy the entire world. But life gets really crazy when Fudge and his older brother, Peter, run into their long-lost relatives, the Howie Hatchers. Now they have to deal with annoying twin cousins and a weird younger cousin, coincidentally named Farley Drexel Hatcher—just like Fudge! Their names aren’t the only similarity, and before long, mini-Fudge is causing just as much trouble as Fudge always has! “As a kid, Judy Blume was my favorite author, and Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing was my favorite book.”—Jeff Kinney, author of the bestselling Wimpy Kid series Love Fudge, Peter, and Sheila? Read all the books featuring your favorite characters: Tales of a Fourth Grade NothingOtherwise Known as Sheila the Great Superfudge Fudge-a-Mania Extrait Chapter 1 The Miser When my brother Fudge was five, he discovered money in a big way. "Hey, Pete," he said one night asI was getting out of the shower. "How much wouldit cost to buy New York?" "The city or the state?" I asked, as if it were a serious question. "Which is bigger?" "The state, but all the good stuff is in the city." People who don’t live in the city might disagree, but I’m a city kind of guy. "We live in the city, right?" Fudge said. He was sitting on the open toilet seat in his pajamas. "You’re not doing anything, are you?" I asked as I toweled myself dry. "What do you mean, Pete?" "I mean you’re sitting on the toilet, and you haven’t pulled down your pj’s." He swung his feet and started laughing. "Don’t worry, Pete. Only Tootsie still poops in her pants." Tootsie is our little sister. She’ll be two in February. Fudge watched as I combed my wet hair. "Are you going someplace?" he asked. "Yeah, to bed." I got into clean boxers and pulled a T-shirt over my head. "Then how come you’re getting dressed?" "I’m not getting dressed. Starting tonight, this is what I wear instead of pajamas. And how come you’re still up?" "I can’t go to sleep until you tell me, Pete." "Tell you what?" "How much it would cost to buy New York City." "Well, the Dutch paid about twenty-four dollars for it back in the sixteen hundreds." "Twenty-four dollars?" His eyes opened wide. "That’s all?" "Yeah, it was a real bargain. But don’t get your hopes up. That’s not what it would cost today, even if it were for sale, which it’s not." "How do you know, Pete?" "Believe me, I know!" "But how?" "Listen, Fudge . . . by the time you’re twelve there’s a lot of stuff you know, and you don’t even know how you know it." He repeated my line. "There’s a lot of stuff you know and you don’t even know how you know it!" Then he laughed like crazy. "That’s a tongue twister, Pete." "No, that’s just the truth, Fudge." The next day he was at it again. In the elevator he asked Sheila Tubman, "How much money do you have, Sheila?" "That’s not a polite question, Fudgie," she told him. "Nice people don’t talk about their money, especially in these times." Sheila gave me a look like it was my fault my brother has no manners. I hope she’s not in my class this year. I hope that every year, and every year she’s there, like some kind of itch you can’t get rid of, no matter how hard you scratch. "I’m nice," Fudge said, "and I like to talk about money. You want to know how much I have?" "No," Sheila told him. "It’s nobody’s business but yours." He told her anyway. I knew he would. "I have fourteen dollars and seventy-four cents. I mise my money every night before I go to sleep." "You mise your money?" Sheila asked. Then she shook her head at me like it’s my fault he thinks mise is a word. Henry, who runs the elevator in our building, laughed. "Nothing like having a miser in the family." "You don’t have to be a miser, Fudge," Sheila said. "If you like counting money so much, you can workat a bank when you grow up." "Yeah, Afficher moinsAfficher plus

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Double Fudge
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Puffin Books
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Publication
05 avril 2007
Pages
240
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19.7 x 12.9 x 1.6 cm
Poids
153
ISBN-13
9780142408780
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