Lucy Rose: Busy Like You Can't Believe

Lucy Rose: Busy Like You Can't Believe

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by Katy Kelly, Adam Rex

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I'm Lucy Rose, and here's the thing about 4th: that grade is busy like you can't believe! Especially if you are a person who is already PLENTY busy on account of having RESPONSIBILITIES and I am that kind exactly. I am already collecting a vocabulary, plus I have to think up new palindromes and now I have to do the most P-U thing which is the MULTIPLICATION tables,…  See more details below


I'm Lucy Rose, and here's the thing about 4th: that grade is busy like you can't believe! Especially if you are a person who is already PLENTY busy on account of having RESPONSIBILITIES and I am that kind exactly. I am already collecting a vocabulary, plus I have to think up new palindromes and now I have to do the most P-U thing which is the MULTIPLICATION tables, which I would say is a thing I hate, if I was allowed to say hate, which I am not.
PLUS I have to do the greatest thing and that is be in the play of Annie and I'm sure I will get to be Annie because 1. I have red hair and 2. if I don't I will absolutely perish to death.
PLUS there is another thing I have to do absolutely constantly and that is what my mom calls eavesdropping but I call LISTENING VERY QUIETLY SO I CAN KNOW THINGS. But that turns out to be halfway sickening because now I know a thing about my mom and it's that she has a FRIEND that is a MAN and I think they are having DATES. That makes me feel like I'm horrified to pieces and part of me doesn't want to know a single more thing but the other part does because how else can I figure out how to keep those 2 apart?
And here is the thing about that: it can make a girl exhausted.

From the Hardcover edition.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Now in fourth grade, Lucy Rose, with what PW's starred review called "a truly original perspective-and voice," is Busy Like You Can't Believe by Katy Kelly, illus. by Adam Rex. Busybody, perhaps, is a better word for the eavesdropping gal, who worries that her mother may be dating. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Children's Literature
Lucy Rose is back in all her glory in the third installment of her life adventures. Lucy Rose has entered fourth grade and has brought with her all the enthusiasm a fourth grader could possibly have. The thing about Lucy Rose is that she lives life to the fullest. Her two buddies, Melonhead and Jonique, are back as well and her least favorite friend, Ashley. In this story, Lucy Rose eavesdrops on a phone conversation and becomes convinced that her mother is starting to date. Lucy Rose gets all worked up until she sees that eavesdropping often gives you just part of the story, which is not always terrific. Along the way, there are lots of laughs and time well spent with an old familiar friend, Lucy Rose. 2006, Delacorte Press, Ages 8 to 12.
—Joan Kindig, Ph.D.
School Library Journal
Gr 3-4-In this addition to the series, Lucy discovers that fourth grade is full of new experiences. Through brief diary entries, she provides interesting stories. She also describes her curiosity and desire to eavesdrop on her mother and neighbors. Based on her snooping, she worries that her mother has begun dating, fears that her best friend is moving away, and is convinced that a friend's mother has a gambling problem. As events unfold, the truth is revealed and Lucy is relieved when she learns that her fears were all false and promises to stop spying. The uncomplicated text contains hilarious episodes, such as descriptions of toilet repairs and exploding Halloween costumes. Lucy does not filter her thoughts and feelings, and readers know when she's angry, excited, happy, and embarrassed. Rex's occasional full-page illustrations add humor and verve. The book's conversational tone is ideal for reluctant readers, and fans of the series will welcome this installment.-Shawn Brommer, South Central Library System, Madison, WI Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Now in fourth grade, the spunky, confident Lucy Rose continues her journal through the Thanksgiving school break. In her familiar chatty style, the curly red-head talks about her daily life, focusing on three pressing issues. She's convinced she will play the role of Annie in the school musical play, but is sorely disappointed to be cast as the despicable Miss Hannigan. Her eavesdropping leads to the concern that her best friend Jonique will be moving because Mrs. McBee has gambled the family nest egg away. Worst of all, a "MAN," Ned Eastman, keeps calling and sounding like her divorced mother's new boyfriend. Kelly writes with a dual sophistication that offers the voice of a child's innocently misconstrued perceptions about language, coupled with some laughable adult-oriented verbal nuances to cause any parent reading aloud silent chuckles. Returning secondary characters of Melonhead, Pop, Madam, Glamma and, of course, Dad in Ann Arbor, Mich. all contribute to this nine-year-old's outlook on life, school, relationships, "P-U multiplication tables" and all those palindromes. Graduating fans of Gooney Bird Greene will eagerly expect more updates on Lucy Rose's accomplishments. (Fiction. 7-10)

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August 31

Here is what I am supposed to be doing: sleeping.

Here is what I am doing: standing on my bed on top of a tower that's made out of my folded-up pink dotty bedspread plus 4 pillows which is what I always do when I need to see my whole self in my rather teensy mirror and check if I look divine which, luckily, most of the time I do. Actually, that was what I was doing 2 minutes ago. But right when I was making positive sure that I was looking gorgeous in my tomorrow outfit, my tower collapsed every which way and I went flying and klonked my elbow and 1 cowgirl boot zwooped off my foot and crashed into my alarm clock and knocked it off my night table. That made a bouncing, clunking sound that made my mom holler up the stairs, "Lucy Rose Reilly! I REALLY hope your lights are OUT and your eyes are CLOSED."

I did not answer but I did think. What I thought was that since she was just HOPING and not actually EXPECTING, I could stay up for a few or maybe 13 more minutes, if I was quiet in the extreme. Usually I'm not one for stretching rules but I seriously needed 1 minute to put on my Washington Nationals sleeping shirt, which I just did, plus 12 more because I have to write all my thoughts in this deluxe book that my grandfather, who's named Pop, gave me on account of I'm starting 4th grade tomorrow. That's also why I want to look divine because I am planning to make an impression on my new teacher who I don't know 1 thing about except for her name and it's Mrs. Timony.

Pop gives me a fresh book whenever I have an occasion. It's always red on the outside with lines on the inside. Pop says that when you are an original thinker, and I am original in the extreme, you should write about your life and I do because I have the kind of life that is mostly hilarious. This new red book has sequins on it. Melonhead, who is my friend that's a boy but NOT a boyfriend, called it "girly."

I said, "Of course it is. Sequins are the exact thing that they put on movie star dresses so they can sparkle when they walk."

Melonhead rolled his eyeballs at that.

Here's what I am wearing on the first day of 4th:

1. My red cowgirl boots that my dad gave me that were made in the country of Brazil but he bought in the city of Ann Arbor, Michigan, because that's where he lives.

2. A skirt that my Michigan grandma named Glamma sent me by Parcel Post. My mom says it's not the most appropriate for school on account of it's shiny pink and has a petticoat that makes it stick out, which is exactly the reason I love to wear it. Also because when I do twirls in that skirt, I feel confidence.

3. My orange T-shirt that's the same exact color as my hair.

4. My yellow bandana, of course.
If I had pierced ears like my absolutely greatest friend, Jonique McBee, I would look ultra-divine. Ultra means super and I learned it from my toothpaste tube and it's my Word of the Day. I'm collecting a vocabulary. Also palindromes, which are words that are the same backward as forward. Pop is one.

Now I am going to try to go to sleep but I will not be surprised if I stay awake until 3:27 AM in the morning because thinking about 4th grade is making my nerves feel like they are jangling. My outfit is lying on my floor next to my bed looking like a flat person with no head. I did that for organization.


September 1

This day started at the crack of 7:32 AM in the morning. Luckily, I am a speed dresser because at 7:38 AM there was knocking on the door and I had to slide down the banister for added quickness and when I opened it, there were Pop and Madam, who is my palindrome grandmother, and their maniac poodle named Gumbo, which is actually the name of a soup.

"We're here for the 1st Annual Back-to-School All-You-Can-Eat Family-Breakfast Extravaganza!" Pop said. He is one who loves an extravaganza. I am another one.

The other thing we go for is demonstrations. By the time my mom got downstairs Pop was doing egg juggling and singing a song to Madam called "Don't Go Bacon My Heart, You're Eggs-actly the Girl for Me." That song is homemade by him and it had us laughing our lips off but it made Gumbo leap around in a poodle panic and that made Pop drop an egg on his foot and it broke. The egg, not the foot. That egg caused Gumbo to think in his brain, which Pop says is not the biggest, "Free food!" So he started licking Pop's toes and leg and wouldn't stop until there was only shell left and Pop's leg was slimy with dog spit.

"Luckily raw eggs make dogs have shiny hair," Pop said.

"Maybe dog spit will make you have shiny leg hair," I said.

"That has been my lifelong dream," Pop said.

He might have been kidding.

Inside, Pop cooked pirate eggs while Madam cut up pineapple boats and my mom poured milk and I set the table. But then there was more knocking and more barking and my mom said, "It sounds like we'll need 2 more plates."

"Yippee-yi-yo, cowgirl!" I said. "I bet it's Jonique and Melonhead!"

"Adam," my grandmother said. She calls him Adam on account of that's his name.

Then my mom said, "That nickname has got to be bad for his self-esteem."

Those 2 ladies are in love with self-esteem.

"If Melonhead gets any more esteem he'll be the Number 1 know-it-all in America," I said.

Even though he's our friend, sometimes Melonhead acts like he's the only one in charge. Right away, one second after he came inside, he started rushing me like mad, saying, "Let's go-go-go, Lucy Rose!"

I think anybody would agree that is a bothersome attitude.

"We have time galore," I said.

From the Hardcover edition.

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