Charlie Joe Jackson's Guide to Summer Vacation (Charlie Joe Jackson Series #3)
  • Charlie Joe Jackson's Guide to Summer Vacation (Charlie Joe Jackson Series #3)
  • Charlie Joe Jackson's Guide to Summer Vacation (Charlie Joe Jackson Series #3)

Charlie Joe Jackson's Guide to Summer Vacation (Charlie Joe Jackson Series #3)

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by Tommy Greenwald, J. P. Coovert

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Despite all attempts to avoid reading and extra work, Charlie Joe Jackson finds himself in a terrible dream he can't wake up from: Camp Rituhbukkee (pronounced "read-a-bookie")—a place filled with grammar workshops, Read-a-Ramas, and kids who actually like reading. But Charlie Joe is determined to convince the entire camp to hate reading and

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Despite all attempts to avoid reading and extra work, Charlie Joe Jackson finds himself in a terrible dream he can't wake up from: Camp Rituhbukkee (pronounced "read-a-bookie")—a place filled with grammar workshops, Read-a-Ramas, and kids who actually like reading. But Charlie Joe is determined to convince the entire camp to hate reading and writing—one genius at a time.
Tommy Greenwald's Charlie Joe Jackson's Guide to Summer Vacation is another fun installment in the life of a reluctant reader.

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Claudia Mills
In this third installment of the "Charlie Joe Jackson" series, the self-proclaimed slacker and non-reader (first introduced in Charlie Joe Jackson's Guide to Non-Reading) has made a rash promise to make his parents happy and is now off for three weeks at—horrors!—an academic summer camp known as Camp Rituhbukkee (pronounced "Read-a-Bookie"). Can Charlie succeed in his mission to make his fellow nerdy, dorky campers take less of an interest in such activities as publishing stories in The New Yorker and reading scientific studies on "Proper Inflation of a Basketball," and more of an interest in developing kissing techniques to advance their budding summer-camp romances? Or might his best friend Katie be right that "deep down, some part of you actually wants to be a nerd"? Might he be one who, yes, might enjoy reading a book? Each of the three weeks of the class offers its own adventure (or misadventure): in week one, Charlie Joe captains the Camp Read-a-Bookie nerds as they take on the Camp Wockajocka jocks for their annual basketball game (that is, slaughter); in week two, Charlie Joe foments protest against the addition of "Extra Workshop" to the camp's academically overloaded schedule; in week three, a camp outing to a historical restoration leads Charlie to make some hard choices that show who he is, as well as who he is becoming. This book is so fast-paced and funny that even reluctant readers like Charlie Joe claims to be should find themselves enjoying reading, after all. Reviewer: Claudia Mills, Ph.D.
School Library Journal
Gr 5–7—This entry in the series finds book-eschewing Charlie Joe exactly where Charlie Joe Jackson's Guide to Extra Credit (Roaring Brook, 2012) left off, with the youngster facing three weeks at Camp Rituhbukkee-pronounced "read-a-book-ee." Instead of fitting in, he plans to save his fellow campers from a life of dorkdom by making them nonreaders, too. But when an award (including a tuition-free return next summer) for the camper who best represents "integrity, community and scholarship" is announced on the first day of camp, it's hardly a spoiler to reveal that Charlie Joe wins. Readers will enjoy seeing how he earns it, in his own way. The episodic plot will hold children's interest, and strong characters lift this series above the norm: Charlie Joe's evolving relationship with best friend Katie reflects their middle-school angst. Adult characters are comical when appropriate but aren't clueless buffoons, often the case in this type of novel. Coovert's cartoon illustrations are appealing but tend to reinforce the text rather than enhance it. Charlie Joe's grudging realization that reading isn't always horrible feels completely in character, carefully written to persuade reluctant readers that he might be right. If they're not convinced, kids with an aversion to books still have a character they can relate to. An ideal choice for summer reading lists.—Marybeth Kozikowski, Sachem Public Library, Holbrook, NY
Kirkus Reviews
Attending camp, especially an academic enrichment camp, turns out to be more than notorious slacker Charlie Joe Jackson bargained for. Picking up where he left off in Charlie Joe Jackson's Guide to Extra Credit (2012), Charlie knows he is in for a miserable time at camp. The water sports and basketball courts are not enough to take the sting out of singing the camp song, "Learning to Love, and Loving to Learn," or the horror of spending whole days with book geeks, reading and writing. Told in Charlie Joe's sarcastic voice, interspersed with letters home to maybe-girlfriend Zoe and others, the tale moves along at breakneck speed. In the first week, the visiting jocks from a neighboring camp come for their yearly romp to find that Charlie Joe has some tricks up his sleeve. When Charlie Joe joins the newspaper staff in the second week, his interpretation of a Lech Walesa biography leads the campers to strike. In the last week, he helps a fellow camper handle a cheating dilemma. Underlying all the action are the inevitable but sweet changes that happen to middle school nerds when they discover the opposite sex. Fans of Joey Pigza and Big Nate will find a lot to love here. Charlie is no longer a caricature but a fully fleshed-out, likable young man. A series that improves with each offering. (Fiction. 9-14)

Previously, Charlie Joe Jackson has offered us a subversive guide to extra credit. Now this intensely reluctant reader has decided to share his aversion with summer camp companions who (believe it or not!) actually like to read. Not surprisingly, his attempts to convert the other kids to bookaphobia go terribly, terribly awry, but there is lots of fun waiting for once-reluctant readers. Editor's recommendation.

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Product Details

Roaring Brook Press
Publication date:
Charlie Joe Jackson Series, #3
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Product dimensions:
5.60(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.70(d)
800L (what's this?)
Age Range:
9 - 12 Years

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I knew what the place was going to be like as soon as I saw the sign on the way in to camp.


I’m sorry, but I don’t want my mind to be molded. Mold is gross. It reminds me of that green stuff that grows on bread. I hate mold.

I’d prefer my mind deep fried, sprinkled with powdered sugar, and then covered in chocolate sauce.

*   *   *

On the surface, Camp Rituhbukkee looked like pretty much any other nice summer camp. It had a big lake for swimming, a basketball court, a tennis court, and baseball and soccer fields. The campers lived in cool log cabins in the woods, and the dining room was huge, with big wooden tables and chairs everywhere. There was a room for arts and crafts and stuff like that, and a theater where you put on shows.

It was actually a really nice place, if you were able to forget about what you were there to do.

Which was read and write.

Even though Katie and Nareem were at camp with me, I couldn’t stop thinking about everybody else back home. Mostly I thought about the awesome and amazing Zoe Alvarez, my almost-girlfriend. She was the only girl who could ever compare to the awesome and amazing Hannah Spivero. I missed Zoe already, and I’d only been gone five hours. I also thought about the rest of the gang—Jake, Timmy, Pete, and yeah, Hannah. I pictured them at the beach, having a great time doing nothing; or at the movies, eating French fries and talking about what a loser I was. Which is exactly what I would have been doing if I were them.

Sadly, though, I wasn’t them. I was me.

And so, instead of having a great time doing nothing, I found myself standing with all the other campers, in a giant circle around a flagpole. Because it was the first day, we had to do what was called the “Welcome Ring.” Meaning, we all held hands and sang the camp song, which was called “Learning To Love, and Loving To Learn.”

That’s pretty much all you need to know about that song.

I stared at Katie and Nareem, who were singing at the top of their lungs. “Are you guys serious?”

Katie giggled. “Charlie Joe, you’re at camp now,” she said, while somehow managing to not miss a note. “Stop being such a Negative Norman and get with the program.”

“But I’m not with the program,” I explained. “I’m very much against the program.”

“I still can’t believe you decided to attend the camp, Charlie Joe,” Nareem said. “You are not someone I normally associate with books and reading and learning.”

“Ya think?” Katie added, which made them both giggle all over again.

I rolled my eyes and pretended to sing, until finally the song ended. Then an extremely tall man with extremely short shorts stepped into the center of the circle. All the kids clapped, until he put his hand up to stop them. They stopped immediately.

“Greetings, and welcome to Camp Rituhbukkee!” the tall man announced. “Welcome back, to those many familiar faces I see. And to those newcomers, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dr. Malcolm Malstrom, but you can call me Dr. Mal. I’m not a medical doctor, though, so if you get sick, don’t call me at all.” He paused for laughter, and it came in a huge wave. Which was strange, since what he said wasn’t actually funny.

“We’re all excited for another wonderful season here at Rituhbukkee,” Dr. Mal continued. “We’ve got many new surprises in store to make this our best summer ever.”

I looked at Katie as if to say, Seriously?

She looked back at me as if to say, Behave.

Dr. Mal glanced down at his clipboard. “Before we go to our cabins to get settled in before dinner, I wanted to mention one last thing.” He smiled like a dad who is about to give the most awesome present ever. “This year, we’ll be introducing the Rituhbukkee Reward. This extraordinary honor will go to the one camper who best displays the camp’s core values of integrity, community, and scholarship.”

Everybody ooh-ed and aahh-ed.

“The winner of the Rituhbukkee Reward,” Dr. Mal added, “will be awarded a full scholarship to camp next year, at absolutely no cost, and will be admitted to the counselor training program when he or she reaches the appropriate age.”

The oohs and aahhs turned into excited squeals of delight. Even Katie and Nareem were nodding happily.

“Sounds more like a punishment than a reward,” I whispered, a little too loudly. The girl on my left looked at me like I’d just eaten a plate of fried slugs.

Katie tried to shush me, but it was too late—it turned out that Dr. Mal had really good hearing.

He walked over to me. “Hello, young man.”

I looked up at him. He was really tall. His face was a long ways up. “Hello, sir.”

“Call me Dr. Mal,” he said, smiling. “What’s your name?”

“Charlie Joe Jackson.”

“Ah yes,” said Dr. Mal, nodding. “Mr. Jackson. You come to us with a bit of a reputation.”

“Thanks,” I said, even though I was pretty sure it wasn’t a compliment.

“I’m glad you’re here, even if you consider it a punishment,” said Dr. Mal, putting his big hand on my shoulder. “Can you tell us what it is you hope to learn here at Camp Rituhbukkee?”

I said the first thing that popped into my head, which was exactly what I told Timmy and Pete, my friends back home, when they asked me the same thing.

“I hope to learn how to read while napping.”

Everyone gasped, then went silent. Nobody moved. I think even the birds stopped chirping.


Katie gave me the classic eye-roll.

But Dr. Mal never stopped smiling. “So you’re not a fan of reading.”

“Nope,” I said proudly. “In fact, I’ve pretty much never read a book all the way through, except under emergency circumstances beyond my control.”

I expected the kids to laugh, like they usually did when I made a joke. Instead, they all just stared at me. Some were even whispering to each other, pointing at me, like who is this guy?

I did notice one kid who looked like he was about to laugh—but he was wearing a Harvard T-shirt, so I immediately ruled him out as a fellow book-hater.

Dr. Mal nodded again. “In that case, do you mind if I ask you why you’ve joined us here at camp?”

“Good question, Dr. Mal. I guess I did it to make my parents happy. It was a moment of weakness, to be honest with you.”

That line would have gotten a laugh back home too, for sure. But not here. It was like I’d entered some kind of permanent Opposite Day, where the dorks were the cool kids, and the cool kids—or at least the funny kids—were the outsiders.

Dr. Mal looked down at his clipboard again, then nodded at a big guy who was standing across the circle. “It seems you’ll be in with Dwayne, who’s one of our best counselors.” Dwayne nodded back without smiling. He was by far the least nerdy-looking guy at the whole place. He looked more like a marine than a counselor.

Dr. Mal headed back to the center of the ring. “You may find, Charlie Joe, that you’re more like your fellow campers than you realize,” he said. Then he looked me right in the eyes and added, “We’ll make you one of us yet.”

Make you one of us?

Oh, please. I would never become one of them.

But … I started thinking … maybe I could make them one of me!

I realized it would at least be a way to make the next three weeks bearable. I could help these kids change their ways. I could turn them into normal, non-reading people.

I would save them from a life of dorkdom.


Text copyright © 2013 by Tommy Greenwald

Illustrations copyright © 2013 by J. P. Coovert

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