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by Jacqueline Wilson, Nick Sharratt

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CHOOSING BETWEEN PARENTS AND FRIENDS Candyfloss is the perfect introduction to Jacqueline Wilson. When Floss's mother and stepfather announce they are moving to Australia for six months, Floss has to decide whether to go with them or stay home with Dad--inept, but loving and always lots of fun. And how will her choice affect her friendship with her popular


CHOOSING BETWEEN PARENTS AND FRIENDS Candyfloss is the perfect introduction to Jacqueline Wilson. When Floss's mother and stepfather announce they are moving to Australia for six months, Floss has to decide whether to go with them or stay home with Dad--inept, but loving and always lots of fun. And how will her choice affect her friendship with her popular but not-so-loyal best friend, Rhiannon?

About girls everywhere, for girls everywhere, Candyfloss speaks in universals: it's about friendship, family, and growing up in a complicated world. Like all Wilson's novels, it has an honesty and cheerful integrity that offers a real alternative to the materialistic values of so much fiction aimed at girls.

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“Floss, bless her brave little heart, is showing up in a publishing era that is largely ignoring stories like hers in favor of glitzier, sexier mean-girl fare. For girls who have outgrown Ramona, but are still wary of "The Clique," Floss makes an able, admirable companion. She may not live next door, but you'll wish she did.” —The New York Times Book Review

“. . . a poignant, gently humorous, and totally satisfying tale. Flossie is charmingly believable . . .” —Booklist, Starred Review

“This tension paces a novel that contains many compelling, sometimes gritty, elements . . . Floss's emotional turmoil should hook girls.” —Publishers Weekly, Starred Review

“Wilson (second in popularity only to J.K. Rowling in the UK) mixes familiar situations and concerns with a brisk pace and a main character her tween-girl readers would like to be best friends with--quite the winning package.” —The Horn Book Magazine

“Flossie is a likable character who discovers the meaning of true friendship, suffers hardship with aplomb, and learns some important life lessons along the way. Readers will cheer her on and feel satisfaction when she sees her ex-best friend for the bully and snob that she is.” —School Library Journal

“British author Wilson portrays heavy issues of poverty, bankruptcy, drunken/bawdy adult behavior, bullying and unconditional parental/child love through a determined protagonist and a group of believable secondary characters.” —Kirkus Reviews

Roger Sutton
Floss, bless her brave little heart, is showing up in a publishing era that is largely ignoring stories like hers in favor of glitzier, sexier mean-girl fare. For girls who have outgrown Ramona but are still wary of The Clique, Floss makes an able, admirable companion. She may not live next door, but you'll wish she did.
—The New York Times
Readers who were wondering where all the mean girls have gone need look no further. Wilson knows mean girls and skillfully constructs dilemmas faced by a contemporary middle schooler who longs for acceptance. Meet Floss, whose friendship problems would be more than enough with which to cope, but she is also dealing with divorced parents, a baby brother, a mom and stepfather moving to another continent, a father with a failing business-real family issues making peer friendships all that more crucial. Floss's first-person narrative is aware at times, nanve at others, but always well-meaning. She is shamed, confused, and guilty. Floss and "friends" are clearly delineated and compelling. Whether dealing with a wonderfully creative dad who fails miserably at ironing or meanly shunning a fellow outcast to gain favor with the populars, Floss's actions are understandable and touching. Nick Sharratt's illustrations are a terrific bonus. Twenty-three chapters open with delightful panels of comic book-like sketches, previewing aspects of the chapter, for use as pre-reading anticipation, and as post-reading review. Unlike some young adult novels, this book sports an insightful teacher and other well-intentioned adults. Wilson, a best-selling, award-winning British author, includes "Floss's Glossary" to help readers with unfamiliar terms (candyfloss = cotton candy, chip butty = French fry sandwich, swotty = teacher's pet, slowcoach = slowpoke). Speaking of lists, Floss loves them and through them, shares with readers why Rhiannon is a wonderful best friend, the questions her parents ask, and the inventory of her father's closet. Geography, economics, class, and even smells conspire against Floss;female readers should appreciate her struggles and conquests. Reviewer: Patti Sylvester Spencer
School Library Journal

Gr 4-7
Flossie's mom is remarried and has a prosperous life with her husband and baby. Flossie's dad, however, is close to 40 and hasn't gotten it together. Overweight, depressed, and financially hard up, he is his own worst enemy. When Flossie's mom and stepdad move to Sydney for six months, Flossie convinces her mother to let her stay with her loving but inept father in London. Her life changes drastically when she starts going to school looking unkempt and smelling of her father's greasy-spoon café. She loses her superficial and status-conscious friends, but makes friends with Susan, whose background is more like hers. After numerous trials that end in near homelessness, Flossie's father finally puts the divorce behind him. When he encounters Rose, a fortune-teller and cotton-candy maker with a traveling carnival, he's met his true match. Flossie is a likable character who discovers the meaning of true friendship, suffers hardship with aplomb, and learns some important life lessons along the way. Readers will cheer her on and feel satisfaction when she sees her ex-best friend for the bully and snob that she is.
—Catherine EnsleyCopyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

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By Jacqueline Wilson Corgi Copyright © 2007 Jacqueline Wilson
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ISBN: 9780440866459


I had two birthdays in one week.

My first birthday was on Friday. Mum and Steve woke me up singing 'Happy Birthday to you'. They'd stuck candles in a big fat croissant and put a little paper umbrella and a cocktail stick of cherries in my orange juice.

My little half-brother Tiger came crawling into my bedroom too. He's too tiny to sing but he made a loud he-he-he noise, sitting up on his padded bottom and clapping his hands. He's really called Tim, but Tiger suits him better.

I blew out all my candles. Tiger cried when the flames went out, so we had to light them all again for him to huff and puff at.

I had my birthday breakfast in bed. Mum and Steve perched at the end, drinking coffee. Tiger went exploring under my bed and came out all fluffy, clutching one of my long-forgotten socks. He held it over his nose like a cuddle blanket, while Mum and Steve cooed at his cuteness.

Then I got to open my presents. They were wrapped up in shiny silver paper with big pink bows. I thought they looked so pretty I just wanted to hold them for a moment, smoothing the silver paper and fingering the bows, trying to guess what might be inside. But Tiger started ripping them himself, tearing all the paper and tangling the ribbon.

'Tiger, stop it! They're my presents, notyours,' I said, trying to snatch them out of the way.

'He's just trying to help you unwrap them, Flossie,' said Steve.

'You need to get a bit of a move on, darling, or you'll be late for school,' said Mum.

Tiger said He-he-he. Or it could have been Ha-ha-ha, meaning Ya-boo-sucks-to-you.

So I lost my chance of savouring my five shiny silver presents. I opened them there and then. I'll list them. (I like making lists!) A pair of blue jeans with lots of little pockets fastened with pink heart-shaped buttons. They matched a pink heart-patterned T-shirt with a cute koala motif across the chest. A pink shoebox containing a pair of trainers, blue with pink laces. A little wallet of gel pens with a stationery set and stickers. A pink pull-along trolley suitcase.

I left number 5 till last because it was big but soft and squashy, and I hoped it might be a cuddly animal (any kind, but not a tiger). He had torn off half the paper already, exposing two big brown ears and a long pointy nose. I delved inside and found two tiny brown ears and a weeny pointy nose. It was a mother kangaroo with a baby kangaroo in her pouch.

Tiger held out his hands, trying to snatch the baby out of the pouch.

'No, Tiger, he wants to stay tucked in his mummy's pocket,' I said, holding them out of his reach.

Tiger roared.

'Just let him play with the baby kanga a minute. He won't do him any harm,' said Steve, going off to the bathroom.

Steve talks a lot of rubbish sometimes. Tiger grabbed the baby kangaroo and shoved him straight in his mouth, ears, snout, his entire head.

'Mum, Tiger's eating him!' I protested.

'Don't be silly, Floss. Hang on!' Mum hooked her finger into Tiger's bulging mouth and rescued the poor little baby kangaroo.

'He's all covered in Tiger's slobber!' I said.

'Just wipe it on the duvet. Don't be such a baby, Birthday Girl,' said Mum, giving me a little poke. 'Do you like your presents, Floss?'

'Yes, I love them,' I said, gathering them all up in my arms away from Tiger.

I supposed I loved my little half-brother, but I wished we could keep him in a cage like a real tiger.

'There's actually another extra present,' said Mum. Her eyes were shining as brightly as my birthday candles. She raised her voice, shouting to Steve in the bathroom. 'Shall I tell Floss now, Steve?'

'OK, yeah, why not?' he said, coming back into my bedroom, shaving soap all over his face.

He put a little blob of shaving soap on the tip of Tiger's chin and pretended to shave him. Tiger screamed delightedly, rolling away from his dad. He wiped shaving soap all over my special cherry-patterned duvet. I rubbed at the slimy mark, sighing heavily.

'So, OK, what's my extra present?' I asked warily.

I very much hoped Mum wasn't going to announce she was going to have another baby. One Tiger was bad enough. Two would be truly terrible.

'It's a present for all of us. The best present ever, and it's all due to Steve,' said Mum. She was looking at him as if he was a Super Rock Star/Footballer for England/Total God, instead of a perfectly ordinary actually quite boring guy who picks his nose and scratches himself in rude places.

Steve smirked and flexed his muscles, striking a silly pose.

'Steve's got promotion at his work, Floss,' said Mum. 'He's being made a manager - isn't that incredible? There's a sister company newly starting in Sydney and Steve's been asked to set things up there. Isn't that great?'

'Yeah, I suppose. Well done, Steve,' I said politely, not really taking it in at all. The stain on my duvet wasn't budging.

'Sydney!' Mum said.

I blinked at her. I didn't quite get the significance. Sydney was just an old-fashioned guy's name.

'She doesn't have a clue where it is,' said Steve, laughing. 'Don't they teach kids geography nowadays?'

Then I got it. 'Sydney in Australia?'

Steve clapped me. He made Tiger clap his little pink fists too. Mum gave me a big big hug.

'Isn't it exciting, Floss! Think of all the sunshine! You just step out of the city and there you are, on a fabulous beach. Imagine!'

I was imagining. I saw us on a huge white beach, with kangaroos hopping across the sand and koalas climbing palm trees and lots of beautiful skinny ladies like Kylie Minogue swimming in the turquoise sea. I saw Mum and me paddling, hand in hand. I sent Steve way way out to sea on a surfboard. I stuck Tiger in a kangaroo's pouch and sent them hopping far off into the bush.

'It's going to be so wonderful,' said Mum, lying back on the bed, arms and legs outstretched, as if she was already sunbathing.

'Yeah, wonderful,' I echoed. 'Wait till I tell Rhiannon and everyone at school!' Then I paused. 'What about school?'

'Well, Steve reckons we'll be in Sydney a good six months, though we're not permanently emigrating. You'll go to a lovely new Australian school while we're out there, darling,' said Mum. 'It'll be a fantastic experience for you.'

My heart started thumping. 'But I won't know anyone,' I said.

'You'll soon make heaps of new friends,' said Mum.

'I like my old friends,' I said.

Rhiannon and I had been best friends for almost a whole year. It's the most wonderful thing in the world to be Rhiannon's best friend because: She's the most popular girl in the class and always gets voted to be monitor and the lead part in any play and first in any team. She's the prettiest girl in the class too. No, the prettiest girl in the whole school. She's got long dark black hair, utterly straight and very shiny. She's got delicate black arched eyebrows and long thick black eyelashes but her eyes are bright blue. She is quite tall and very slim and could absolutely definitely be a fashion model when she's older. Or a rock star. Or a television presenter. Or all three. Everyone else wants to be Rhiannon's best friend, especially Margot, but she's my best friend, so there. Margot's never ever going to break us up. No one can ever come between Rhiannon and me.

I loved Rhiannon to bits even though she could be a bit bossy at times. She generally told me what to do. But I didn't really mind because mostly I just wanted to please her.

I tried to imagine this big new Australian school. I'd watched the soaps on television. I made the girls wear funny check dresses and smile a lot with their big white teeth. They all spoke together. 'G'day, Flossie, can we be your friends?' they chorused.

'Well, I'd normally say yes. But I'm Rhiannon's friend,' I explained.

'Hey, daydream Birthday Girl!' said Mum, giving me a kiss. 'I'm going to pop in the bathroom after Steve. Keep an eye on Tiger for me.'

You needed two eyes looking out for Tiger. Plus another pair at the back of your head.

I gathered up all my birthday presents and put them up on top of my bookshelf, out of his reach. I pictured myself wearing my new T-shirt and jeans and trainers, pulling my trolley-case, kangaroo under one arm, bouncing off to Australia. I saw how cleverly Mum had chosen my presents.

Then I looked at the stationery set. I fingered the writing paper and envelopes and the gel pens all the colours of the rainbow. Why would I be writing lots of letters?

Then my heart thumped harder. I dropped the stationery and the pens and ran to the bathroom. 'Mum! Mum!' I yelled.

'What?' Mum was larking around with Steve, splashing him like a little kid.

'Mum, what about Dad?' I said.

Mum peered at me. 'I expect your dad will phone you tonight, Floss. And you'll be seeing him on Saturday, same as always.'

'Yes, I know. But what's going to happen when we're in Australia? I can still see him, can't I?'

Mum's brow wrinkled. 'Oh, come on, Flossie, don't be stupid. You can't nip back from Australia every weekend, obviously.'

'But I can go sometimes? Every month?'

'I'm doing very nicely, thank you, but we're not made of money, kiddo,' said Steve. 'It costs hundreds and hundreds of pounds for a flight.'

'But what am I going to do?'

'You can write to your dad,' said Mum.

'I knew that's why you got me that stationery set. I don't want to write to him!'

'Well, if he'd only join the modern world and get a mobile and a computer you could text and email him too,' said Mum.

'I want to be able to see him like I do now,' I said.

'Well, we're not going to Australia for ever,' said Mum. 'Those six months will whizz past and then we'll be back. Unless of course it's so wonderful out there that we decide to stay on! Still, if we did decide to stay for good we'd come back on a visit.'

'Your dad could maybe come out to Sydney to see you,' said Steve.

He said it nicely enough but there was a little smirk on his face. He knew perfectly well my dad was having major money problems. He had barely enough for the bus fare into town. If flights to Australia cost hundreds of pounds there was no hope whatsoever.

'You're mean, Steve,' I said, glaring at him.

'Oh, Floss, how can you say that? Steve's the most generous guy in the whole world,' said Mum, deliberately misunderstanding. 'He's booked for us to go to TGI Friday's as a special birthday treat for you tonight.'

'I'd sooner have a birthday meal at home. A little party, just Rhiannon and me.'

'I haven't got the time, Floss. I've got one million and one things to get organized. Come on, you know you love TGI Friday's. Don't spoil your birthday making a fuss about nothing.'

I stomped back to my bedroom.

My dad wasn't nothing! I loved him so much. I missed him every week when I was at Mum and Steve's.

I'd forgotten I'd left Tiger in my bedroom. He'd got at my new gel pens. He'd decided to decorate my walls.

'You are a menace,' I hissed at him. 'I wish you'd never been born. I wish my mum had never met your dad. I wish my mum was still with my dad.'

Tiger just laughed at me, baring his small sharp teeth.


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Meet the Author

Jacqueline Wilson is the author of almost one hundred books, including Candyfloss, published in 2007 by Roaring Brook Press. Together, her books have sold more than 25 million copies and been translated into 30 languages. She is the 2005-2007 British Children's Laureate, and has won numerous major literary awards, including the Guardian Children's Fiction Award, the Smarties Prize, and the Children's Book of the Year. Her next book, Best Friends, will be available September 2008 from Roaring Brook Press.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
I am a 6th grade student and I loved this book soooooooo much! I normaly dont like books like this because there are no pictures through out the book at all. But this book in the begining of every chapter there are digrams of what is going to happen through out the chapter! I thought from the cover it would be weird. But is is not at all!
Guest More than 1 year ago
its so simply written and i absolutly loved it! i felt so bad for floss and her dad. this book shows a strong father daughter connection that realy touches my heart. i recommend it to every one who comes into my store!
TeenReadsRule More than 1 year ago
This book shows a real relationship between a father and daughter especially when the parents are divorced. My parents are divorced so i know what it feels like except it was my dad who remarried. Jacqueline Wilson really knows how to write for children about everyday situations that some people go through in her stories. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes reading about family situations and heartwarming characters.
Guest More than 1 year ago
okay... I am a fifth grade student, and I don't read very often unless I am doing a report. I found candyfloss at the bookfair at my scholl, and I started reading right away! I finished this 300+ page book in 4 days!!( Reading for 1 hr or so each day!!) OUTSTANDING!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Flossy (Flora) wakes up on the morning of her birthday. Her mom and step-dad gave her presents that she liked very much. What she did not know yet was that there was another birthday present that she would not be very grateful for. Turns out, her step-dad¿s job was moved to Australia for about three-fourths of a year. So, that meant that Flossy had to leave her friends, school, and real dad to go to beautiful Australia. Flossy has to decide whether to stay with her lonely dad, or go to Australia with her parents. Either decision will end up hurting some one¿s feelings. What do you think that she will do? The book stayed interesting and kept my attention the whole time I was reading it. There was good vocabulary that could improve some one¿s speech Sometimes it got a little boring when the same things kept going on between Flossy and her dad. But after that, the story picked right back up again. Also, the constant talk of chip butties (French fry sandwiches), and them eating the sandwiches so often made me feel sick. The author sometimes gives away what will happen next if you can interpret the meaning of the pictures in the book. Whoever puts the book together should make the pictures be at the end of the chapter instead of the beginning. I would recommend this ¿Candyfloss¿ to any girl twelve years of age and older. If you like books with real life situations you should read this book. It is 339 pages long with pictures at the beginning of each chapter, and the words are not tiny which makes it easier to read. If you read this book I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did. So, go to your local library and check out ¿Candyfloss¿!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Candyfloss is a teriffic book. I could not stop reading it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is an amazing book and i read it in only 3-4 days
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Guest More than 1 year ago
The book is very exiting,i liked the pictures and i am enjoying the book very much.