From the Publisher
From USA TODAY:
"Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set."
From Publisher' Weekly:
"Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.—and reading—are lots of fun."
From Kirkus Reviews:
"Junie's swarms of young fans will continue to delight in her unique take on the world....A hilarious, first-rate read- aloud."
"Park, one of the funniest writers around . . . brings her refreshing humor to the beginning chapter-book set."
From Time magazine:
"Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty."
From School Library Journal:
"Park is truly a funny writer. Although Junie B. is a kindergartner, she's sure to make middle graders laugh out loud."
Read an Excerpt
Chapter 4: Snipping, Snipping, Snipping
I opened and closed my shiny scissors real fast.
"Now I can start my years and years of practice!" I whispered very thrilled.
I skipped to my bed where my stuffed animals sit. 'Cause I needed volunteers, of course.
"Who wants to go first?" I asked my animals. "Who wants to get their fur trimmed at my beauty shop?"
My bestest elephant named Philip Johnny Bob raised his foot.
"I do! I do!" he said.
I hugged him very tight. 'Cause that guy is always a good sport, that's why.
I picked him up and put him in my beauty chair.
I sat him on lots of pillows so he would be tall.
Then I kept on looking and looking at his fur.
"Yeah, only here's the problem," I said. "Your fur is made out of softie gray velvet. And softie gray velvet is short and smoothie. And so I can't even trim you."
Philip Johnny Bob did a sad sigh.
I patted his head and put him back on the bed.
Just then, I accidentally stepped on something.
I looked on the floor.
And guess what?
It was my slippers that look like bunnies!
"Us! Us! Trim us!" they said real squealy.
"Hey, yeah! 'Cause you have the beautifulest long white fur I ever even saw! And so you guys will be perfect, probably!"
I quick picked them up and put them in my beauty chair.
After that, I skipped all around them. And I snipped their long white fur.
I singed a lovely song.
It is called "Snipping, Snipping, Snipping Their Long White Fur."
It was the funnest fun I ever even had.
After I got done, I holded them up to the mirror so theycould see theirselves.
They did not smile.
IWe're baldies," they said real soft.
I did a big breath at those guys.
"Yeah, only I already know you are baldies. But that is not my fault. 'Cause you kept on wiggling while I was trimming you," I said.
I petted their heads very nice.
"Don't worry," I whispered. "'Cause bunny fur probably grows back, probably. I'm almost positive, sort of."
Then I hugged them real gentle. And I throwed them under my bed.
'Cause I didn't want Mother and Daddy might see them, that's why.
After that, I got in bed and did a sigh.
This job was going to take more practice than I thought.
From the Hardcover Library Binding edition.