Jackson Jones and Mission Greentop [NOOK Book]


Basketball-loving Jackson Jones never wanted any part of Rooter’s, the community garden where his mother got him his very own plot for his 10th birthday. But he made the best of it, even planting a thorny rosebush. Now, after months of watering, weeding, and waiting, red roses have finally bloomed. So when Jackson learns that big city developers want to bulldoze Rooter’s, he can’t believe it. The garden means something to him, and he likes ...
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Basketball-loving Jackson Jones never wanted any part of Rooter’s, the community garden where his mother got him his very own plot for his 10th birthday. But he made the best of it, even planting a thorny rosebush. Now, after months of watering, weeding, and waiting, red roses have finally bloomed. So when Jackson learns that big city developers want to bulldoze Rooter’s, he can’t believe it. The garden means something to him, and he likes hanging out with the neighbors who tend their own plots. But what can Jackson do?

With unasked-for help from well-meaning friends—and going to great lengths to avoid a fearsome bully who loves to taunt him—Jackson sets out to save Rooter’s. But coming up with a winning strategy isn’t so easy.

From the Hardcover edition.

His plot in a community garden brings 10-year-old Jackson Jones more zucchini than he cares to see and the unwanted attention of a bully, but when a company plans to destroy the garden, Jackson turns his attention to trying to save it.

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Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature
Plot 5-1 is rented in the name of one basketball-loving Jackson Jones. Not his choice, mind you, but his mama thinks the city is no place for a boy to connect to the earth. This little square of dirt behind a garden gate downtown is just what he needs to ground him, or so she thinks. What she does not realize is that just showing up to tend the weeds with his fellow Rooters is causing this 11-year-old more grief than seems fair. The school bully, Blood Green, goes out of his way to make Jackson's life miserable. Snide greetings like "Bouquet Jones" and "Barn Boy" do not help. Mary Quattlebaum's lively story about a plucky kid who learns the value of protecting the past is an entertaining look at the very real historical significance of victory gardens. Her author's note at the end explains that millions of Americans planted vegetable gardens during World War II to provide food for families at home and U.S. soldiers overseas. She and her husband tended just such a plot. Although some of the problem-solving skills young Jackson employs seem a bit beyond his experience, it is nevertheless a lighthearted peek into the life of one young boy growing up in the city. Though raised by a single mother, Jackson is never without the wisdom of experience afforded by the older neighbors around him. This book is a good pick for an educational opportunity wrapped in light fiction reading. 2004, Delacorte Press, Ages 8 to 12.
—Francine Thomas
School Library Journal
Gr 3-5-Jackson Jones is back with the same authentic voice and enthusiasm for life, but this time he's up to his elbows in dirt. His mother, concerned that he is too much of a city boy, gives him a plot in the community garden for his 10th birthday. While he digs, sows, waters, and waits, his crop is mostly weeds except for "the unspeakable Z," zucchini. Meanwhile, he has problems with the school bully and he uses his brains, rather than his nonexistent brawn, to defeat the business group that wants to develop the site. Things may be resolved a little too quickly but there is a nice prickly punishment for the bully and the garden survives the corporate takeover. Jackson's way of looking at life is original and appealing-"Other kids have brothers, sisters, pets; I live with a six-foot ficus."-Edith Ching, St. Albans School, Mt. St. Alban, Washington, DC Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307533036
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 2/19/2009
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 112
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Mary Quattlebaum has written numerous novels for children. She lives in Washington, D.C.

From the Hardcover edition.

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Chapter One

He's driving hard down the court. Ball under perfect control. Fake right, pivot. The way is clear. . . . YES! Ball headed for basket and . . . it's inn. Two points. Victory!

"You dreaming?" Reuben, my best friend, poked me.

I sighed. I could catch the far-off sounds of the game down the street. The mind picture of me quick-dribbling, shooting, scoring . . . disappeared.

No, I was rooted at Rooter's. Stuck in my plot at the community garden.

"Whatcha think of the name?"

I stubbed a weed. "Good for a monster."

"It'll be huge, green, and hated by all."

"Entire galaxies will tremble."

"The Unspeakable Z."

Reuben and I slapped skin. We had the perfect villain for our next comic strip.

Since third grade, Captain Nemo Comics has been our life's work. Reuben and I are an excellent team. I write; Reuben draws. I work fast; Reuben peers and puzzles, eyeballs and erases. Poke-turtle slow, that's Reuben. And finicky! But he does make Nemo look good.

Our favorite part is creating the villains. We make them mean, scary, and outer-space strange. Captain Nemo has tackled a six-headed Cerebral and a no-armed Flawt. Would the Unspeakable Z bring him down?

"Hey, you two," Mr. Kerring hollered from his fold-up chair. "You been on that weed for an hour. You think it's gonna pull itself up?"

Mr. K. is the oldest Rooter in the garden. And the best. His plot next to mine is laid out like a kingdom. Beet greens march in neat rows; leeks line up like soldiers. He can remember back to the garden's beginning-- 1944.

He can tell you how city folks grew food

during World War II. "There was none of this running to 7-Eleven for chips," he humphs. Mr. K. calls Rooter's a victory garden.

Victory. I knew the word. It meant the drive to the basket. Slam dunk--and SCORE. The other team left in the dust.

Victory had nothing to do with a rosebush and squash.

The stuff surrounding me now.

People might have needed city gardens in the old days. But now? You can buy tomatoes and lettuce from Safeway. Gardens belong in the country. Deep in the country with cow muck and wasps.

Try telling that to my mama, though. She grew up in the country. And she loved every cow-flopping, bee-stinging minute. She worries that the city is no place for a boy.

So she made me a Rooter, last April. My tenth birthday, and I got . . . dirt. A patch of ground on Evert Street. Plot 5-1 rented in my name.

And there was no way I could give it back.

Mama's eyes had been so shiny-happy. "A little piece of country," she called my present. She had wanted to give me my own green spot.

So I dug and sowed, watered and waited. I dealt with puddles and thorns, a stingy bush with no roses. Now it was almost September, one week till school started. My crop had been mostly weeds--and trouble.

Here came some more.

Huge, green, and hated. The very thing Captain Nemo must conquer. The thing that made galaxies tremble.

The Unspeakable Z.


Mailbags Mosely, who has the plot two over, laid it at our feet. He gave Reuben and me an easy smile. The man is as BIG as a buffalo--but that green vegetable, I swear, was as long as his shoes. Mailbags actually liked growing weird garden things. He passed them round like Hallmark cards.

Bang! went the garden gate. And more trouble blew through. Gaby and Ro Rivera, followed by their big sister, Juana. She was hollering at them in English and Spanish. Whatever the language, they paid no attention. They rushed through Rooter's like two wild winds.

We all live in the same apartment building. Juana, Reuben, and Mailbags are excellent neighbors. Gaby and Ro are not. Those two know only three volumes: loud, extra loud, ear-breaking. Their mission in life: to annoy.

The Riveras made straight for that zucchini. Gaby poked it with her toe.

Zucchini. It grows better than weeds at Rooter's. I have had it fried, stewed, sliced, and diced. I have had it baked, boiled, broiled, and breaded. I have had it up to here with zucchini.

"Jackson should get the zuke." Gaby grinned slyly. "His mama loves plants."

True. Our apartment is crammed with strange-sounding greens. Philodendrons, geraniums, begonias. But here's the embarrassing part: Mama chats with the things. Gives them pep talks. And they grow like the Amazon rain forest. Other kids have brothers, sisters, pets; I live with a six-foot ficus. It towers by the phone, where, as Mama says, it has optimal light.

"But those plants are still growing." Juana spoke up fast. "Jackson's mama doesn't talk to produce."

Juana. She is one Super J. To the rescue, quick as Captain Nemo. Saving me from a meal of Unspeakable Z.

"Zucchini that size is too tough to fry," Mr. K. pronounced from his chair. "Make it into gazpacho."

"Mama doesn't know how to cook gaz-- whatever," I said quickly.

"Neither does Miz Lady," Reuben said of his grandma. "Anyway, she's sick."

Mr. K. snorted. "Gazpacho's easy to make. Practically cooks itself. In fact, young man"--he turned to Mailbags--"you hand that zuke to me."

Listen to the man bossing Mailbags! Huh, I know why Mr. K. has no weeds. He's commanded them to leave.

"Everyone's invited for dinner tomorrow night." Mr. K. smiled upon us all. "Jackson, bring your mother."

I blinked and nodded.

As we hurried out the garden gate, I whispered to Juana, "What's gazpacho?"

"Soup," she whispered back.

Soup. That didn't sound so bad.

Right then, I should have sensed even more trouble. But I was too focused on Captain Nemo and the Unspeakable Z.

That's how trouble could creep up on me so easy. Creep up and whomp me on the head.

From the Hardcover edition.

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    Posted July 1, 2012


    This kid is so brave and kind

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