How to Steal a Dog

How to Steal a Dog

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by Barbara O'Connor

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Half of me was thinking, Georgina, don't do this. Stealing a dog is just plain wrong. The other half of me was thinking, Georgina, you're in a bad fix and you got to do whatever it takes to get yourself out of it.

Georgina Hayes is desperate. Ever since her father left and they were evicted from their apartment, her family has been living in their car.

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Half of me was thinking, Georgina, don't do this. Stealing a dog is just plain wrong. The other half of me was thinking, Georgina, you're in a bad fix and you got to do whatever it takes to get yourself out of it.

Georgina Hayes is desperate. Ever since her father left and they were evicted from their apartment, her family has been living in their car. With her mama juggling two jobs and trying to make enough money to find a place to live, Georgina is stuck looking after her younger brother, Toby. And she has her heart set on improving their situation. When Georgina spots a missing-dog poster with a reward of five hundred dollars, the solution to all her problems suddenly seems within reach. All she has to do is "borrow" the right dog and its owners are sure to offer a reward. What happens next is the last thing she expected.

How to Steal a Dog is a 2008 Bank Street - Best Children's Book of the Year.

Editorial Reviews


This is truly Georgina's story, and to O'Connor's great credit, it's Georgina herself who figures out what's right and does it. The myriad effects of homelessness and the realistic picture of moral quandary will surely generate discussion.
The Horn Book

O'Connor knows how to spin a touching story, and reading this novel is its own reward.
The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

Will give a more privileged audience much to ponder.

A must-have for a classroom library.
Publishers Weekly

O'Connor (Me and Rupert Goody) blends her usual poignancy and insight in another tale set in a small North Carolina town. "The day I decided to steal a dog was the same day my best friend, Luanne Godfrey, found out I lived in a car," begins plucky Georgina. After her father "just waltzed off and left us with nothing but three rolls of quarters and a mayonnaise jar full of wadded-up dollar bills," Georgina, her mother and younger brother, Toby, were evicted from their apartment. The three now sleep in their old Chevy. Since her mother works two jobs, saving up for a place to live, Georgina takes care of Toby after school, while carefree Luanne attends ballet class and Girl Scouts with her new best friend. A poster announcing a $500 reward for a missing dog gives the heroine an idea for helping to secure lodging. She diligently writes in her notebook rules for stealing a dog, but they turn out to be more complicated than she anticipates. The devastated woman whose pet Georgina purloins (and who is not wealthy enough to furnish a reward) and a wise and caring homeless man Georgina meets also affect her plan. Speaking with at times heartbreaking honesty, this likable young narrator convincingly articulates her frustration, resentment and confusion as she comes to her decisions. O'Connor once again smoothly balances challenging themes with her heroine's strength and sense of humor. Ages 8-12. (Apr.)

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Children's Literature - Augusta Scattergood
Until her dad took off and the apartment rent came due, Georgina lived a pretty normal life. She had a friend with clean clothes and the right bracelets, a bothersome little brother, and a mom who loved her. So when she and her family are forced to stuff their possessions into plastic bags and move into their dented-up car, Georgina has to figure out a way to get them out of this bad fix. And that's how she ends up with the cutest dog in Darby, North Carolina, at the other end of a long piece of string. Stealing a dog for the reward money seems foolproof: find a dog, steal a dog, get the money. But no matter how many times Georgina tells herself things will work out, they don't. Although the book's ending is neither too pat nor too easy, Georgina learns a lesson and her mom even finds a place to live. O'Connor's latest novel isn't just about being homeless. This is a story that's fun to read while it touches your heart. Young readers may choose this book because of its tremendously appealing cover. They may pick it up to read about stealing a dog. But they will be rewarded by more than a cleverly told tale. They will learn about a family who, through no fault of its own, ends up living out of plastic crates and washing up at the Pancake House. And young readers will understand that sometimes real life can make a good person do bad things.
School Library Journal

Gr 3-7 - Georgina and her family have been living in their car since her father left and they were evicted from their apartment. Mama is working two jobs to earn rent money and trying hard to hold things together. Desperate to help out, Georgina decides to steal a dog for the reward money, laying out the details of her plan in a diary. However, the dog's owner can't afford to offer a reward, and Georgina ends up feeling sorry for the lonely woman. The girl also makes friends with another adult named Mookie, a kindhearted wanderer who is camped out at the abandoned house where she is keeping the dog. He shares his wisdom and offers help, whether she wants it or not. Georgina's narrative is honest and deeply touching, as she recounts how she and her brother try to survive their circumstances. Washing off in a gas station restroom and turning in grease-stained homework become fairly normal occurrences. Readers will identify with the agony and the embarrassment caused by being different, as well as Georgina's struggles with her conscience. The book's endearing humor smoothes out the more poignant moments, and the unfolding events will keep youngsters totally engaged. The gem in the story is Mookie, who manages to sparkle even when sadness threatens to devour the moment. Though set inside a heavy topic, this novel's gentle storytelling carries a theme of love and emphasizes what is really right in the world.-Robyn Gioia, Bolles School, Ponte Vedra, FL

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Kirkus Reviews
Georgina and younger brother Toby begin a homeless life living in Mom's car, having been evicted when Dad leaves. Mom tries her best to work two minimum-wage jobs in order to make the security deposit for a new apartment while the kids struggle daily to maintain normalcy in and out of school. Desperate to help Mom gain some significant cash, Georgina concocts a grand scheme to steal a dog, dupe the owner into offering a $500 reward and then return the designated pooch for the cash. As crazy as this sounds, O'Connor weaves a suspenseful and achingly realistic story, fleshing out characters that live and breathe anxiety, fortitude and a right vs. wrong consciousness. Colorful, supporting roles of a wise, kind vagrant and a lonely, overweight dog owner round out this story of childhood helplessness, ingenuity and desolation. Georgina's reflections in a secretly kept "how-to" journal will have kids anticipating her misconceptions about the realities of theft and deception. A powerful portrayal from an innocently youthful perspective. (Fiction. 10-12)
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“Will keep youngsters totally engaged. This novel's gentle storytelling carries a theme of love and emphasizes what is really right in the world.” —STARRED, School Library Journal

“This is truly Georgina's story, and to O'Connor's great credit, it's Georgina herself who figures out what's right and does it. The myriad effects of homelessness and the realistic picture of moral quandary will surely generate discussion.” —Booklist

“Georgina's . . . how-to journal will have kids anticipating her misconceptions about the realities of theft and deception. A powerful portrayal from an innocently youthful perspective . . .A suspenseful and achingly realistic story.” —Kirkus Reviews

“O'Connor knows how to spin a touching story, and reading this novel is its own reward.” —The Horn Book

“O'Connor once again smoothly balances challenging themes with her heroine's strength and sense of humor.” —Publishers Weekly

“Will give a more privileged audience much to ponder.” —The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

“A must-have for a classroom library.” —IRA

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How to Steal a Dog

By Barbara O'Connor

Farrar, Straus and Giroux

Copyright © 2007 Barbara O'Connor
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ISBN: 978-0-374-70679-1


The day I decided to steal a dog was the same day my best friend, Luanne Godfrey, found out I lived in a car.

I had told Mama she would find out sooner or later, seeing as how she's so nosy and all. But Mama had rolled her eyes and said, "Just get on up there to the bus stop, Georgina, and quit your whining."

So that's what I did. I stood up there at the bus stop pretending like I still lived in Apartment 3B. I pretended like I didn't have mustard on my shirt from the day before. I pretended like I hadn't washed my hair in the bathroom of the Texaco gas station that very morning. And I pretended like my daddy hadn't just waltzed off and left us with nothing but three rolls of quarters and a mayonnaise jar full of wadded-up dollar bills.

I guess I'm pretty good at pretending.

My brother, Toby, however, is not so good at pretending. When Mama told him to get on up to the bus stop and quit his whining, he cried and carried on like the baby that he is.

"What's wrong with Toby?" Luanne asked me when we were standing at the bus stop.

"He has an earache," I said, trying as hard as anything to look like my life was just as normal as could be instead of all crazy like it really was.

When I saw Luanne's eyes narrow and her lips squeeze together, I knew her nosiness was about to irritate me.

Sure enough, she said, "Then how come your mama is making him go to school?" She kept looking at me with that squinty-eyed look of hers, but I didn't let on that I was irritated. I just shrugged and hoped she would hush up about Toby.

She did. But then she went and turned her nosy self loose on me.

"No offense, Georgina," she said. "But you're starting to look kind of unkempt."

Unkempt? That was her mama talking if I'd ever heard it. Luanne wouldn't never have said that word "unkempt" if she hadn't heard her mama say it first.

And what was I supposed to say to that anyways? Was I supposed to say, "Well, for your information, Luanne Godfrey, it's kinda hard to keep your clothes looking nice when you've been sleeping in the backseat of a Chevrolet for a week"?

Or maybe I was supposed to say, "I know it, Luanne. But my hairbrush got tossed out in that pile of stuff Mr. Deeter left on the sidewalk when he kicked us out of our apartment."

And then Luanne would say, "Why'd Mr. Deeter do that?"

And I would say, "'Cause three rolls of quarters and a mayonnaise jar full of wadded-up dollar bills doesn't pay the rent, Luanne."

But I didn't say anything. I acted like I hadn't heard that word "unkempt." I just climbed on the bus and sat in the sixth seat on the left side with Luanne, like I always did.

I knew Luanne wouldn't give up, though. I knew she'd keep on till she found out the truth.

"What if she wants to come over?" I said to Mama. "Or what if she looks in the window or something and finds out we don't live there anymore?"

But Mama just flapped her hand at me and closed her eyes to let me know how tired she was from working two jobs. So every day I imagined Luanne peeking in the kitchen window of Apartment 3B. When she did, of course, she wouldn't see me and Toby and Mama and Daddy eating our dinner and being happy. She'd see some other family. Some happy family that wasn't all broken up like mine.

And then one day, when we got off the school bus, Luanne went and did the nosiest thing I could imagine. She followed me. I was trying to catch up with Toby 'cause he had grabbed the car key and run on ahead of me, so I didn't even notice her sneaking along behind me. She followed me all the way past Apartment 3B, across the street, and clear on around the back of Eckerd Drugstore, where our car was parked with laundry hanging out the windows and Toby sitting on a milk crate waiting for me.

If there was ever a time when I wished the earth would open up and swallow me whole, it was when I turned around and saw Luanne looking at me and Toby and that car and all. I could see her thoughts just plain as day right there on her face.

I wanted to wave my hand and make that dented-up car disappear off the face of the earth. But more than anything, I wanted my daddy to come on home and change everything back to the way it was before.

I set a smile on my face and said, "It's just temporary," like Mama had said to me about a hundred times.

Luanne turned red and said, "Oh."

"When Mama gets paid, we're moving into our new apartment," I said.


And then we both just stood there, looking at our feet. I could feel the distance between us grow and grow until it seemed like Luanne Godfrey, who had been my friend forever, was standing clear on the other side of the universe from me.

Finally, she said, "I better go."

But she didn't. She just stood there and I squeezed my eyes shut and told myself not to look pitiful and, for heaven's sake, don't cry.

And then, of course, Toby had to go and make everything worse by saying, "Mama left a note that she's working late, so we're supposed to eat that macaroni that's in the cooler."

Luanne arched her eyebrows up and then she said, "I haven't seen your daddy in a long time."

That did it. I couldn't stop the tears from spilling out of my squeezed-up eyes. I sat down right there in the drugstore parking lot and told Luanne everything.

I felt her arm around me and I heard her saying something, but I was too lost in my misery to do anything but cry. When I was all cried out, I stood up and brushed the dirt off the seat of my pants, pushed the hair out of my eyes, and said, "Promise you won't tell?"

Luanne nodded. "I promise."

"I mean, not even your mama."

Luanne's eyes flickered for just a second, but then she said, "Okay."

I crooked my pinkie finger in the air and waited for her to give me the pinkie promise, but she hesitated.

I stamped my foot and jabbed my pinkie at her. Finally she crooked her pinkie around mine and we shook.

"I better go," she said.

I watched her hurry across the parking lot, then glance back at me before disappearing around the corner of the drugstore.

"I hate that macaroni," Toby said from his seat on the milk crate. It was just like him to not even give me one little minute to wallow in my misery.

I stomped around to the back of the car and kicked the cooler, sending it toppling over on its side. Ice and water and plastic containers spilled out onto the parking lot.

"Me too," I said.

Then I climbed into the backseat of the car and waited for Mama to come back.

It was way past dark when I heard Mama's shoes click-clacking on the asphalt as she made her way toward the car. I sat up and looked out the window. Even in the dim glow of the streetlights, I could see her tired, sad look. Part of me wanted to stay put and just go on back to sleep and leave her be, but another part of me wanted to get out and have my say, which is what I did.

Mama jumped when I opened the car door.

"What in the world are you doing awake, Georgina?" she said.

"I hate this," I said. "I don't want to do this anymore."

I pushed the car door shut softly so Toby wouldn't wake up; then I turned back to Mama and said, "You got to do something. You got to find us a place to live. A real place. Not a car."

Mama reached out like she was gonna touch me, so I jerked away. She dropped her hand to her side like it was heavy as cement. Then she let out a whoosh of breath that blew her hair up off her forehead.

"I'm trying," she said.

"How are you trying?"

She tossed her purse through the car window into the front seat. "I just am, okay, Georgina?"

"But how?"

"I'm working two jobs. What else do you want me to do?"

"Find us a place to live." I stomped away from her and then whirled back around. "This is all your fault."

She stormed over and grabbed me by the shoulders.

"It takes money to get a place." She gave me a little shake when she said the word "money."

"I'm trying to save up, okay?" she said.

She let go of me and leaned against the car.

"How much money do we need?" I said.

She looked up at the sky like the answer was written up there in the stars. Then she shook her head real slow and said, "I don't know, Georgina. A lot, okay?"

"Like how much?"

"More than we got."

We both just stood there in the dark and listened to the crickets from the vacant lot next door.

Mama draped her arm around my shoulder, and I laid my head against her and wanted to be a baby again—a baby that just cries and then gets taken care of and that's all there is to a day.

Finally I asked her the same question I'd asked her about a million times already.

"Why did Daddy leave?"

I felt her whole body go limp. "I wish I knew." She brushed my hair out of my eyes. "Just got tired of it all, I reckon," she said.

"Tired of what?"

The silence between us felt big and dark, like a wall. Then I asked her the question that had been burning a hole in my heart. "Tired of me?"

Mama took my chin in her hand and looked at me hard. "This is not your fault, okay?"

She peered inside the car at Toby, all curled up in a ball in the backseat.

"We got to go," she said.


"I don't know. Just somewhere else." The car door creaked when she opened it, sending an echo into the still night air. "We've been here two nights now," she said. "The cops are liable to run us off if we don't leave."

She shot me a look when she saw the overturned cooler, so I helped her gather things up before I climbed back in the car. As we drove out of the parking lot, I slouched down and stared glumly out the window. The empty shops we passed made Darby, North Carolina, seem like a ghost town, all locked up and dark.

Mama pulled the car into the alley beside Bill's Auto Parts. When she shut the engine off, we got swallowed up in quiet.

I draped a beach towel over the clothesline that Mama had strung along the middle of the car to make me a bedroom. I could picture Luanne, snuggled in her pink-and-white quilt with her stuffed animals lined up along the wall beside her and her gymnastics ribbons taped on her headboard, and I sure felt sorry for myself.

Then I curled up on the seat, turning every which way trying to get comfortable. Finally I settled on my back with my feet propped against the car door and stared out at the starry sky.

And then I saw it. A sign, tacked up there on a telephone pole right outside the car window. A faded old sign that said: REWARD. $500. And under that was a picture of a bug-eyed little dog with its tongue hanging out.

And then under that it said: HAVE YOU SEEN ME? MY NAME IS MITSY.

Five hundred dollars! Who in the world would pay five hundred dollars for that little ole dog?

"Mama?" I whispered through my beach towel wall.

Mama rustled some in the front seat.

"Would five hundred dollars be enough money to get us a place to live?" I said.

Mama sighed. "I suppose so, Georgina. Now go to sleep. You got school tomorrow."

I looked up at Mitsy and my mind started churning.

What if I could find that dog? I could get that money, and we could have a real place to live instead of this stinking old car.

But that dog could be anywhere. I wouldn't even know where to look. Besides, that sign was old. Somebody had probably already found Mitsy and got that five hundred dollars.

I stared out the window at the sign, thinking about Mitsy and wondering if there were other folks out there who would pay money for their lost dogs.

And that's when I got a thought that made me sit up so fast Toby mumbled in his sleep and Mama hissed, "Shhhh."

I folded my legs up and lay back down in my beach towel bedroom. The damp car seat smelled like greasy french fries and bug spray. I closed my eyes and smiled to myself. I had a plan.

I was gonna steal me a dog.


I thought about my plan for a couple of days before I decided to tell Toby. "You got to keep this a secret," I told him.

I glanced out the back window of the car, then pulled the beach towel over our heads. Mama had left for work, and me and Toby were waiting till it was time to walk up to the bus stop.

Toby nodded in the darkness under the towel. "I will," he said.

I pushed my face up closer to his and said, "You can't tell anybody, okay?"


I knew it was risky telling Toby my plan, but I figured I had to. Mama said he had to stay with me after school, so there I was, stuck with him. I couldn't even go to Luanne's or anything. How was I gonna steal a dog without Toby finding out? Then he'd go and tell Mama, for sure. If I made him think he was part of my secret plan, maybe he wouldn't be the tattletale baby that he usually is.

"Here's my plan," I said.

I paused a minute to add some drama 'cause Toby likes drama. He stared at me with wide eyes. His breath smelled like tuna fish, and I was wishing I hadn't covered us up with the towel like that.

"We're gonna steal a dog," I said. "How about that?" I grinned and waited for him to say "Hot dang" like he does, but he just stared at me with his mouth hanging open. That tuna fish odor swirled around us inside our beach towel tent. I waved my hand in front of my nose and flipped the towel off of us.

"Jeez, Toby," I said. "Can't you brush your teeth?"

He glared at me. "How?" he hollered. "There ain't no sink in here." He waved his arms around the car.

"Use the water in the cooler," I said.

"No way. It's cruddy."

"Well, anyways," I said. "Don't you want to know why we're gonna steal a dog?"

He nodded, sending a clump of greasy hair flopping down over his eyes. He had Mama's straight, copper-colored hair, but I had to go and get Daddy's curly ole black hair that I hate. One more good reason to be mad at my daddy.

I smoothed the crumpled yellowing sign out on the seat between us. "Because of this," I said.

Toby looked at it. "What's it say?"

"For crying out loud, Toby, you're in third grade." I jabbed a finger at the sign. "Reward, it says. Five hundred dollars reward for this ugly ole dog. Can you believe that?"

"He's not ugly."

"She," I said. "Her name is Mitsy. See?" I jabbed at the sign again.

Toby squeezed his eyebrows together. "Why are we gonna steal that dog?"

"Not this dog, you idiot," I said. "We're gonna steal a different dog."

"What dog?"

"I don't know yet," I said. "That's why I need you to help me."

I looked out the window again. The alley beside the auto parts store was empty. I slouched down lower in the seat and motioned for Toby to come closer.

"Listen," I whispered. "We're gonna find us a dog that somebody loves so much, they'd pay a reward to get it back." I poked Toby with my elbow. "Get it?"

"Pay a reward to who?" Toby said.

I sighed and shook my head. "To us, you ninny."

"But why would they pay us if we steal their dog?"

I rolled my eyes and flopped back against the seat.

"I swear, Toby, sometimes I wonder about you." I sat back up and took him by the shoulders, looking him square in the eyes. "The person who loves the dog won't know it was us that stole it. The person will think we found the dog. Now do you get it?"

Toby grinned. "Okay," he said. "Where's the dog?"

"We've got to find the dog," I hollered.

I slapped my hand over my mouth and glanced quickly around us. The alley was still empty.

"We've got to find the dog," I repeated in a whisper. "Mama said five hundred dollars is enough to get a place to live. If we steal a dog, we can get five hundred dollars, see?"

Toby had a look on his face that made me think I'd made a mistake sharing my plan with him.

"Listen, Toby," I said. "It's the only way we're ever gonna have us a real place to live instead of this car, you hear?"

He nodded.

"Don't you want a real place to live?"

He nodded again.

"Then we got to steal us a dog and get the reward," I said. "And if you tell anyone, and I mean anyone, you might as well just say your prayers and kiss this earth goodbye, you hear me?"

"Okay," he said. "But how do we steal a dog?"

"Don't worry," I said. "I'm working on it."

After school that day, me and Toby raced back to the car. When I unlocked it, Toby climbed in the driver's seat and started spreading peanut butter on a saltine cracker with his finger. I climbed in the backseat and locked the doors. Mama had told us to stay put. If anybody asked us what we were doing, we were supposed to say we were waiting for our mama, who was in the bank next door.


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xobookwormxo More than 1 year ago
I can't lie - this book was really, really great! I grabbed it, not excepting a whole lot, but it turned out to be one of my favorite books! It's somewhat emotional because Georgina (the main character) faces many hardships that many face today. She is homeless, and her little brother, mother, and she have to live in their truck because they have no money, which leads to Georgina's father, who left years ago, along with all of their money. Georgina has to go to local restruants and stores just to wash her hair. It's sad to think that's how she - just a young girl - has to live her life in order to survive. Georgina has to watch over her little brother, Toby, a lot after school since her mom juggles two jobs. Eventually Georgina can't take it anymore. She doesn't want to live in a truck anymore. And she wants to help her mother and brother, so she crafts a plan to steal a rich woman's beloved dog....I don't want to spoil such a good book, so I'll stop there. How to Steal a Dog is a great, great, GREAT book! Go buy it!!! There a creative and clever twists and turns that will not leave you disappointed.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am reading this book to my fourth grade class, and my students beg me to keep reading every day. The plot is entertaining, and I believe we all will take away two important truths: be thankful for the little things, and it's never too late to do the right thing.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book in a day,it's what I call a 'page turner'. The girl in this book seems so real,everybody seems so real,the dogs that are described in the book make you almost feels as if your petting a real dog's smooth fur. You have gotta read this book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Georgina did not like living in a car going from neighborhhod to neighborhood with her mom and brother. She decided she wanted to steal a dog and collect the reward money. She kept all of her thoughts in one of her note books. When she finally decided to steal the dog, she found more problems. She got the dog and hid the dog, Willy, at an old abandoned house in the woods. When Georgina met the dog's owner, she started to feel bad for what she did. Would Georgina's guilt stop her from collecting the reward money? This is a good book, but it doesn't always fill in the blanks. There are some questions that don't get answered. I think this is book for anyone who wants to read about an amazing brave girl who tries to do whatever she can to help her family. The author, Barbara O'Connor, does a good job of taking a serious topic and making it into a realistic story that could happen to anyone anywhere.
summerstar More than 1 year ago
i thought this was one of the best books i have read in my intire life! It is about a girl named Georgeiana and how she faces life in a car and without a dad.Then she has a fantastic idea.If she steals a dog that has been loved,they will put posters up for a lost dog.Then she can return the dog and get a $500 dollar reward.This book kept me hooked till the very end.I really hope you read it! love,summerstar
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
REALLY GOOD BOOK!!! Kids like it and so do adults, if you like mischevious characters, you got yourself a good book. So enjoy it!!!
hi79 More than 1 year ago
I am a 6th grade student in Glendale,AZ.I recomend this book to everyone who likes to read books about dogs.This is a book about a girl who steals a dog.Her name is Georgina and she lives in a car.Georgina was desparate for money and she moved to this house with a horrible background.Her old friend ditched her for a rich and snotty red-headed girl with a huge pool!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I LOVED this book! It was one of my favorites
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am reading it right now such a great and sad story totally worth the money
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book sooooooooo muchh!!!!!! :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is really great. For people who is woundering if they should buy it or not. BUY IT!!!!!!!!!! I reccomend this book to everyone and to all ages.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was very touching and I think that it is a good book for the age 8-12 it is a very good book and I think I will read another book writen by this auther because the way she writes makes me never want me to part from this book again, its so good. " You wont even be able to put it down, its like honey in the writers world!" Love it so much and i think you will to.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book at the end of school last year in 3 grade,and i luved it!it dosents say how to really steal a dog,just a srory a bout a girl stealing a dog. Toodles,aloha,whatever, ~ jade the alicorn,or is it anicorn?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book my class we read it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hello everybody i love this book and i have a copy of this too its a very good,funny,and kinda sad book and you should all read it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If u c this get the book it was like the best book i ever read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My teacher made my book club readthis book, and everyone in the group thought it was probably the best book we read the whole year for book clubs. It is, too amazing for words.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was awesome! I read it, like, a trillion times! Everyone needs to read this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Thid book is amazing it is about a girl named Georgina and her brother, Toby on an amazing adventure and quest to steal a dog (thus the title How to Steal a Dog) to get money because the owner of th dog will report their dog missing and put up signs with rewards so they can get money to buy a house (they are homeless and live in a car) along the way ae meets new friends. In thua book their are a lot if sad parts and would not reccomend to people who cry a lot. But i would highly reccomend to 5th graders who are not super sensitive
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!! U have to read this book. When I read this book for the first time I was hooked and could not stop reading. So far I probably read thid book 6 times. It is a very emotional anf interesting book you won't waste your money by buying and reading this book. TRUST ME ON THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:):):):):):):):):):):):):)):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):);)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Georgia has a lot of nerve to steal a dog for $500 to buy a new house. Yeah, I read the book. My friend lent it to me and it was awesome. Read it, I promise you won't be disappointed!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is definitely a really good book, such a page turner! It is a little bittersweet, but what good book isnt?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really really really really really good it has a cute ending you just gotta read it!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was so sad but so happy. It made me cry. I'm a softie