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The Lemonade War (The Lemonade War Series #1)

The Lemonade War (The Lemonade War Series #1)

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by Jacqueline Davies
     
 

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As the final days of summer heat up, so does a sibling showdown over a high-stakes lemonade stand business. Jessie and Evan Treski compete to see who will make $100 first off of their respective lemonade stands. Full of surprisingly accessible and savvy marketing tips for running a stand (or making money at any business) and with clever mathematical visuals woven

Overview

As the final days of summer heat up, so does a sibling showdown over a high-stakes lemonade stand business. Jessie and Evan Treski compete to see who will make $100 first off of their respective lemonade stands. Full of surprisingly accessible and savvy marketing tips for running a stand (or making money at any business) and with clever mathematical visuals woven in, this sensitively characterized novel subtly explores how war can escalate beyond anyone's intent.

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Norah Piehl
It is the dog days of summer, and siblings Jessie and Evan are divided about how to spend their last few days before school starts. Sometimes, his younger sister Jessie rubs Evan the wrong way, especially now that she is skipping a grade and will be in the same class as him. The two could not be more different. Jessie is great at school (especially math), but she has a hard time understanding people and sometimes makes poor social choices. Evan, on the other hand, is a master of "sweet talk" but cannot do a complicated math problem to save his life. So when the two siblings, in the wake of a hurtful argument, open rival lemonade stands to settle a bet about who can make more money, their different skills come into play in a big way. Jessie and Evan's relationship is portrayed in a humorous but realistic way, fights and all. The novel effectively combines math (especially money), economics and marketing to make a suspenseful, subtly educational plot that goes down as easily as a cool glass of lemonade in August.
School Library Journal

Gr 3-5 - Evan Treski and his younger sister, Jessie, get along well in many ways. They play together, and their natural talents are complementary. Jessie is a whiz in math and other school subjects, but "feelings were her weakest subject." Evan is competent in the social arena, but he is not such a good student. Their relationship changes the summer between Evan's third and fourth grades, when a letter arrives announcing what the boy sees as total disaster for him. He and his bright, skipping-third-grade sister will be in the same class. Thus begins the Lemonade War over which child can make the most money during the last week before school. The story is highly readable and engaging, filled with real-life problems that relate to math, getting along with siblings and friends, dealing with pride, and determining right from wrong. It even gives a glimpse into the marketing world. Each chapter begins with a marketing term, defined, but implemented as only competing children can. The result is a funny, fresh, and plausible novel with likable characters, and is suitable for reluctant readers.-Maria B. Salvadore, formerly at Washington DC Public Library

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Kirkus Reviews
Told from the point of view of two warring siblings, this could have been an engaging first chapter book. Unfortunately, the length makes it less likely to appeal to the intended audience. Jessie and Evan are usually good friends as well as sister and brother. But the news that bright Jessie will be skipping a grade to join Evan's fourth-grade class creates tension. Evan believes himself to be less than clever; Jessie's emotional maturity doesn't quite measure up to her intelligence. Rivalry and misunderstandings grow as the two compete to earn the most money in the waning days of summer. The plot rolls along smoothly and readers will be able to both follow the action and feel superior to both main characters as their motivations and misconceptions are clearly displayed. Indeed, a bit more subtlety in characterization might have strengthened the book's appeal. The final resolution is not entirely believable, but the emphasis on cooperation and understanding is clear. Earnest and potentially successful, but just misses the mark. (Fiction. 8-10)
From the Publisher
"The basics of economics take backseat to Evan and Jessie's realizations about themselves and their relationship. Davis . . . does a good job of showing the siblings' strengths, flaws, and points of view in this engaging chapter book." —Booklist, ALA

"A clever blend of humor, math fun and savvy marketing tips, it subtly explores how arguments can escalate." —New York Post

"[A] straightforward plot...teaches an important lesson on sibling relationships." —The Washington Times

"[T]his compelling tale about growing up and getting along is appealing and engaging." —Book Links, ALA

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780547237657
Publisher:
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Publication date:
05/04/2009
Series:
Lemonade War Series, #1
Edition description:
First Edition
Pages:
192
Sales rank:
22,377
Product dimensions:
5.13(w) x 7.74(h) x 0.50(d)
Lexile:
630L (what's this?)
Age Range:
9 - 12 Years

Read an Excerpt

The Lemonade War


By Jacqueline Davies

Houghton Mifflin Company

Copyright © 2007 Jacqueline Davies
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-618-75043-6


Chapter One

Evan lay on his back in the dark, throwing the baseball up in a straight line and catching it in his bare hands. Thwap. Thwap. The ball made a satisfying sound as it slapped his palm. His legs flopped in a V. His arms stretched up to the ceiling. And the thought that if he missed he'd probably break his nose made the game just interesting enough to keep going.

On the floor above he heard footsteps-his mother's-and then a long, loud scraping-groaning sound. He stopped throwing the ball to listen. His mother was dragging something heavy across the kitchen floor. Probably the broken air conditioner.

A week ago, right at the beginning of the heat wave, the air conditioner in his mother's attic office had broken. The man from Sears had installed a brand-new one but left the old one sitting right in the middle of the kitchen floor. The Treskis had been walking around it all week.

Scra-a-a-ape. Evan stood up. His mom was strong, but this was a two- person job. Hopefully she wouldn't ask him why he was hiding in the dark basement. And hopefully Jessie wouldn't be in the kitchen at all. He'd been avoiding her for two days now, and it was getting harder by the minute. The house just wasn't that big.

Evan had his hand on the railing when the scraping noisestopped. He heard footsteps fading to silence. She'd given up. Probably the heat, he thought. It was that kind of weather: giving-up kind of weather.

He went back to lying on the floor.

Thwap. Thwap.

Then he heard the basement door open. Psssshhh. Evan caught the ball and froze.

"Evan?" Jessie's voice sounded echo-y in the darkness. "Evan? You down there?"

Evan held his breath. He lay completely still. The only thing that moved was the pins-and-needles prickling in his fingers.

He heard the door start to close-long breath out-but then it stopped and opened again. Footsteps on the carpeted stairs. A black outline of Jessie standing on the bottom step with daylight squirting all around her. Evan didn't move a muscle.

"Evan? Is that you?" Jessie took one short step into the basement. "Is that ...? She inched her way toward him, then kicked him with her bare foot.

"Hey! Watch it, would ya?" said Evan, swatting her leg. He suddenly felt stupid lying there in the dark.

"I thought you were a sleeping bag," she said.

"I couldn't see. What are you doing down here? How come the lights are off?"

"It's too hot with the lights on," he said. He talked in a flat voice, trying to sound like the most boring person on the whole planet. If he kept it up, Jessie might just leave him alone.

"Mom's back in her office," said Jessie, lying down on the couch. "Working." She groaned as she said the word.

Evan didn't say anything. He went back to throwing the ball. Straight up. Straight down. Maybe silence would get Jessie to leave. He was starting to feel words piling up inside him, crowding his lungs, forcing out all the air. It was like having a chestful of bats, beating their wings, fighting to get out.

"She tried to move the air conditioner, but it's too heavy," said Jessie.

Evan tightened up his lips. Go away, he thought. Go away before I say something mean.

"It's gonna be hot a-a-a-all week," Jessie continued. "In the nineties. All the way up 'til Labor Day."

Thwap. Thwap.

"So, whaddya wanna do?" Jessie asked.

Scream, thought Evan. Jessie never got it when you were giving her the Big Freeze. She just went right on acting as if everything were great. It made it really hard to tell her to bug off without telling her to BUG OFF! Whenever Evan did that, he felt bad.

"So, whaddya wanna do?" Jessie asked again, nudging him with her foot. It was a direct question. Evan had to answer it or explain why he wouldn't. And he couldn't get into that. It was too ... too complicated. Too hurtful.

"Huh? So, whaddya wanna do?" she asked for the third time.

"Doin' it," said Evan.

"Nah, come on. For real."

"For real," he said.

"We could ride our bikes to the 7-Eleven," she said.

"No money," he said.

"You just got ten dollars from Grandma for your birthday."

"Spent it," said Evan.

"On what?"

"Stuff," Evan said.

"Well, I've got ... well ..." Jessie's voice dribbled down to nothing.

Evan stopped throwing the ball and looked at her. "What?"

Jessie pulled her legs tight to her chest. "Nothin'," she said.

"Right," said Evan. He knew that Jessie had money. Jessie always had money squirreled away in her lock box. But that didn't mean she was going to share it. Evan went back to throwing the baseball. He felt a tiny flame of anger shoot up and lick his face.

Thwap. Thwap.

"We could build a fort in the woods," said Jessie.

"Too hot."

"We could play Stratego."

"Too boring."

"We could build a track and race marbles."

"Too stupid!"

A thin spider web of sweat draped itself over his forehead, spreading into his hair. With every throw, he told himself, It's not her fault. But he could feel his anger growing. He started popping his elbow to put a little more juice on the ball. It was flying a good four feet into the air every time. Straight up. Straight down.

Pop. Thwap. Pop. Thwap.

The bats in his chest were going nuts.

"What is the matter with you?" asked Jessie. "You've been so weird the last couple of days."

Aw, man, here they come.

"I just don't wanna play a dumb game like Stratego," he said.

"You like Stratego. I only picked that because it's your favorite game. I was being nice, in case you hadn't noticed."

"Look. There are only six days left of summer, and I'm not going to waste them playing a dumb game." Evan felt his heartbeat speed up. Part of him wanted to stuff a sock in his mouth, and part of him wanted to deck his sister. "It's a stupid game and it's for babies and I don't want to play a stupid baby game."

Pop. Thwap. Pop. Thwap.

"Why are you being so mean?"

Evan knew he was being mean, and he hated being mean, especially to her. But he couldn't help it. He was so angry and so humiliated and so full of bats, there was nothing else he could be. Except alone. And she'd taken even that away from him. "You're the genius," he said. "You figure it out." Good. That would shut her up. For once! Evan watched the ball fly in the air.

"Is this because of the letter?" Jessie asked.

Crack.

Evan had taken his eyes off the ball for one second, just for one second, and the ball came crashing down on his nose.

"Crud! Oh, CRUD!" He curled over onto his side, grabbing his nose with both hands. There was a blinding, blooming pain right behind his eyes that was quickly spreading to the outer edges of his skull.

"Do you want some ice?" he heard Jessie ask in a calm voice.

"Whaddya think?" he shouted.

"Yeah?" She stood up.

"No, I don't want any stupid ice." The pain was starting to go away, like a humungous wave that crashes with a lot of noise and spray but then slowly fizzles away into nothing. Evan rolled to a sitting position and took his hands away from his nose. With his thumb and index finger, he started to pinch the bridge. Was it still in a straight line?

Jessie peered at his face in the dim light. "You're not bleeding," she said. "Yeah, well it, hurts!" he said. "A lot!"

"It's not broken," she said.

"You don't know that," he said. "You don't know everything, you know. You think you do, but you don't."

"It's not even swollen. You're making a big deal out of nothing."

Evan held his nose with one hand and hit his sister's knee with the other. Then he picked up the baseball and struggled to his feet. "Leave me alone. I came down here to get away from you and you just had to follow. You ruin everything. You ruined my summer and now you're going to ruin school. I hate you." When he got to the bottom of the steps, he threw the baseball down in disgust.

Thud.

(Continues...)



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What People are saying about this

From the Publisher
The basics of economics take backseat to Evan and Jessie's realizations about themselves and their relationship. Davis . . . does a good job of showing the siblings' strengths, flaws, and points of view in this engaging chapter book.
Booklist, ALA

A clever blend of humor, math fun and savvy marketing tips, it subtly explores how arguments can escalate.
New York Post

"[A] straightforward plot...teaches an important lesson on sibling relationships." The Washington Times 11/24/07 The Washington Times

"[T]his compelling tale about growing up and getting along is appealing and engaging." Book Links January 2008 Book Links, ALA

Meet the Author

Jacqueline Davies is the talented author of two novels, as well as picture books. Jacqueline lives in Needham, Massachusetts, with her husband and three children.

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