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."
School Library Journal
Gr 2-3--Junie's kindergarten classmates convince her that an invisible monster lives under her bed. Her parents and grandmother are unable to convince her otherwise until Junie hits upon the idea of putting her unflattering school picture under the bed to frighten the monster. In Junie B. Jones Is Not a Crook, the little girl discovers that "finders keepers losers weepers" is not an appealing philosophy when she loses the special gloves her grandfather gave her and the child who finds them doesn't take them to the lost and found. Junie's first-person narration is sprinkled with deliberate grammatical errors and misunderstood word usage in an attempt to show a five-year-old's viewpoint ("I runned home," "They got stoled on purpose."). Precocious use of sophisticated language is also used to achieve an intended humorous effect. The black-and-white, full- and half-page illustrations reflect Junie's cockeyed view of the world and will help attract beginning chapter-book readers. The issues the child is dealing with are right on target for the intended age group, but Junie's personality is more annoying than endearing and the humor lacks freshness and spontaneity. Buy where the series is popular.--Lisa Smith, Lindenhurst Memorial Library, NY
Read an Excerpt
Chapter 1: No Good Reason
My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.
Here is a story for you.
It is called "Once Upon a Time My Grandfather Named Frank Miller Went to the Store and He Bought Me Some Mittens."
Once upon a time my grandfather named Frank Miller went to the store and he bought me some mittens. They are made out of black furry fur.
And guess what? It was not even my birthday! Or Christmas! Or Valentine's Day! Plus the mittens were not even on sale!
Grampa Miller just bought them for no good reason! And that is the bestest reason I ever heard of!
That's how come I love that guy very much.
Plus also he can skip.
I love that story a real lot.
'Cause guess why?
I didn't even make it up, that's why!
That adventure actually happened to me! My grampa Miller really did buy me mittens for no good reason!
And they are gorgeous, I tell you!
When I first opened them, I got filled with glee.
Glee is when you run. And jump. And skip. And laugh. And clap. And dance on top of the dining room table.
Then your mother takes you down from the table. And she carries you to your room for a time-out.
Time-outs kill the glee.
I wore my new mittens the whole entire morning. Plus also I wore them to afternoon kindergarten.
I wore them with my attractive winter jacket. Only it wasn't actually cold out. Only who even cares? 'Cause that outfit looked very beautiful together.
I showed my mittens to my bestest friend named Grace. Also, I showed them to a variety of strangers.
After I got to school, I held my hands over my head. And I runned all over the playground.
"LOOK, EVERYBODY! LOOK AT MY NEW MITTENS! MY GRAMPA FRANK MILLER BOUGHT THEM FOR NO GOOD REASON!"
I waved them all around in the air.
"HOW MANY CHILDREN SEE THESE LOVELY THINGS? RAISE YOUR HANDS," I hollered.
Nobody raised their hands.
"HOW MANY CHILDREN THINK THESE MITTENS ARE GORGEOUS? PLEASE COME FORWARD!" I yelled.
Nobody came forward.
I put my hands back down and walked to that Grace.
"I couldn't create any interest," I said very glum.
Only guess what? Just then, I spotted my other bestest friend named Lucille!
I ran my fastest to greet her.
"LUCILLE! LUCILLE! LOOK AT MY GORGEOUS NEW MITTENS! SEE THEM? THEY ARE MADE OUT OF BLACK FURRY FUR!"
Lucille petted them.
"My family has lots of fur," she said. "My mother has a fur cape. And my aunt has a fur jacket. And my uncle has a fur hat. Plus my nanna just bought a brand-new mink coat. Only she can't wear it outside the house. Or else people will throw paint on her."
My mouth came all the way open.
"Why, Lucille? Why will people throw paint on your nanna?" I asked.
Lucille crossed her arms.
"Don't you know anything, Junie B. Jones? It's because people who love furry animals don't like them being made into coats for nannas."
Just then, I felt relief in me. 'Cause I'm not even a nanna, that's why. And besides, my mittens aren't even made out of real furry animals. They are made out of fake furry animals. And so those kind don't even count.
All of a sudden, the bell rang for school.
I zoomed to my room like a speeding rocket.
'Cause guess why?
More people to show my mittens to!