“As a kid, Judy Blume was my favorite author, and Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing was my favorite book.”—Jeff Kinney, author of the bestselling Wimpy Kid series
Superfudgeby Judy Blume
Fans young and old will laugh out loud at the irrepressible wit of Peter Hatcher, the hilarious antics of mischievous Fudge, and the unbreakable confidence of know-it-all Sheila Tubman in Judy Blume’s five Fudge books. Brand-new covers adorn these perennial favorites,/b>/i>
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From Judy Blume, bestselling author of Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing!
Fans young and old will laugh out loud at the irrepressible wit of Peter Hatcher, the hilarious antics of mischievous Fudge, and the unbreakable confidence of know-it-all Sheila Tubman in Judy Blume’s five Fudge books. Brand-new covers adorn these perennial favorites, and will entice a whole new generation of Fudge—and Judy Blume—fans.
“As a kid, Judy Blume was my favorite author, and Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing was my favorite book.”—Jeff Kinney, author of the bestselling Wimpy Kid series
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Life was going along okay when my mother and father dropped the news. Bam! Just like that.
“We have something wonderful to tell you, Peter,” Mom said before dinner. She was slicing carrots into the salad bowl. I grabbed one.
“What is it?” I asked. I figured maybe my father’s been made president of the company. Or maybe my teacher phoned, saying that even though I don’t get the best grades in the fifth grade, I am definitely the smartest kid in the class.
“We’re going to have a baby,” Mom said.
“We’re going to what?” I asked, starting to choke. Dad had to whack me on the back. Tiny pieces of chewed up carrot flew out of my mouth and hit the counter. Mom wiped them up with a sponge.
“Have a baby,” Dad said.
“You mean you’re pregnant?” I asked Mom.
“That’s right,” she told me, patting her middle.“Almost four months.”
“Four months! You’ve know for four months and you didn’t tell me?”
“We wanted to be sure,” Dad said.
“It took you four months to be sure?”
“I saw the doctor for the second time today,” Mom said. “The baby’s due in February.” She reached over and tried to tousle my hair. I ducked and got out of the way before she could touch me.
Dad took the lid off the pot on the stove and stirred up the stew. Mom went back to slicing carrots. You’d have thought we were discussing the weather.
“How could you?” I shouted. “How could you? Isn’t one enough?”
They both stopped and looked at me.
I kept right on shouting. “Another Fudge! Just what the family needs.” I turned and stormed down the hall.
Fudge, my four- year-old brother, was in the living room. He was shoving crackers into his mouth and laughing like a loon at Sesame Street on TV. I looked at him and thought about having to go through it all over again. The kicking and the screaming and the messes and more-much more. I felt so angry that I kicked the wall.
Fudge turned. “Hi, Pee-tah,” he said.
“You are the biggest pain ever invented!” I yelled.
He tossed a handful of crackers at me.
I raced to my room and slammed the door, so hard my map of the world fell of the wall and landed on the bed. My dog, Turtle, barked. I opened the door just enough to let him squeeze though, then slammed it shut again. I pulled my Adidas bag out of the closet and emptied two dresser drawers into it. Another Fudge, I said to myself. They’re going to have another Fudge.
There was a knock at my door, and Dad called, “Peter…”
“Go away,” I told him.
“I’d like to talk to you,” he said.
“About what?” As if I didn’t know.
“You know what baby!”
“We don’t need another baby.”
“Need it or not, it’s coming,” Dad said. “So you might as well get used to the idea.”
“We’ll talk about it later,” Dad said. “In the meantime, scrub up. It’s time for dinner.”
“I’m not hungry.”
I zipped up my bag grabbed a jacket and opened my bedroom door. No one was there. I marched down the hall and found my parents in the kitchen.
“I’m leaving,” I announced. “I’m not going to hang around waiting for another Fudge to get born. Good-bye.”
I didn’t move. I just stood there, waiting to see what they’d do next.
“Where are you going?” Mom asked. She took four plates out of the cabinet and handed them to Dad.
“To Jimmy Fargo’s,” I said, although until that moment I hadn’t thought at all about where I would go.
“They have a one-bedroom apartment,” Mom said.
“You’d be very crowded.”
“Then I’ll go to Grandma’s. She’ll be happy to have me.”
“Grandma’s in Boston for the week, visiting Aunt Linda.”
“So why don’t you scrub up and have your dinner, and then you can decide where to go,” Mom said.
I didn’t want to admit that I was hungry, but I was. And all those goods smells coming from the pots and pans on the stove were making my mouth water. So I dropped my Adidas bag and went down the hall to the bathroom.
Fudge was at the sink. He stood on his stool, lathering his hands with three inches of suds. “Hello, you must be Bert,” he said in his best Sesame Street voice. “My name is Ernie. Glad to meet you.” He offered me one of his sudsy little hands.
“Roll up your sleeves,” I told him. “You’re making a mess.”
“Mess, mess…I love to make a mess,” he sang.
“We know…we know,” I told him.
I ran my hands under the faucet and dried them on my jeans.
When we got to the table, Fudge arranged himself in his chair. Since he refuses to sit in his booster seat, he has to kneel so that he can reach his place at the table. “Pee-tah didn’t scrub,” he said. “He only rinsed.”
“You little…” I started to say, but Fudge was already yapping away to my father.
“Hello, I’m Bert. You must be Ernie.”
“That’s right,” my father said, playing along with him. “How are you, Bert?”
“Well, I’ll tell you,” Fudge said. “My liver’s turning green and my toenails are falling off.”
“Sorry to hear that, Bert,” my father said. “Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.”
“Yes, maybe,” Fudge said.
I shook my head and piled up some mashed potatoes on my plate. Then I drowned them in gravy. “Remember when we took Fudge to Hamburger Heaven,” I said, “and he smeared mashed potatoes all over the wall?”
“I did that?” Fudge asked, suddenly interested.
“Yes,” I told him, “and you dumped a plate of peas on your head too.”
My mother started to laugh. “I’d forgotten all about that day.”
“Too bad you didn’t remember before you decided to have another baby,” I said.
“Baby?” Fudge asked.
My mother and father looked at each other. I got the message. They hadn’t told Fudge the good news yet.
“Yes,” Mom said. “We’re going to have a baby.”
“Tomorrow?” Fudge asked/
“No, not tomorrow,” Mom said.
“When?” Fudge asked.
“February,” Dad said.
“January, February, March, April, May, June, July…” Fudge recited.
“Okay…okay…” I said. “We all know how smart you are.”
“Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty…”
“Enough!” I said.
“A, B, C, D, E, F, G, R, B, Y, Z…”
“Will somebody turn him off?” I said.
Fudge was quite for a few minutes. Then he said, “What kind of new baby will it be?”
“Let’s hope it’s not like you,” I said.
“Why not? I was a good baby, wasn’t I, Mommy?”
“You were an interesting baby, Fudgie, Mom said.
“See I was an interesting baby, he said to me.
“And Peter was a sweet baby,” Mom said. “He was very quiet.”
“Lucky you had me first,” I said to Mom, “or you might not have had any more kids.”
“Was I a quite baby, too? Fudge asked.
“I wouldn’t say that, “ Dad said.
“I want to see the baby,” Fudge asked.
“You can’t see it now,” Dad said.
“Why not?” Fudge asked.
“Because it’s inside of me,” Mom told him.
Here it comes, I thought, the big question. When I asked it, I got a book called How Babies Are Made. I wondered what Mom and Dad would say to Fudge. But Fudge didn’t ask. Instead, he banged his spoon against the plate and howled. “I want to see the baby. I want to see the baby now!”
“You’ll have to wait until February,” Dad said, “just like the rest of us.”
“Now now now!” Fudge screamed.
Another five years of this, I thought. Maybe even more. And who’s to say that they aren’t going to keep on having babies, one after the other. “Excuse me.” I said, getting up from the table. I went into the kitchen and grabbed my Adidas bag. Then I stood in the doorway and called “Well, I’d better be on my way.” I sort of waved good-bye.
“Where is Pee-tah going?” Fudge asked.
“I’m running away,” I told him. “But I’ll come back to visit. Someday.”
“No, Pee-tah…don’t go!” Fudge jumped off his chair and ran to me. He grabbed my leg and started bawling. “Pee-tah…Pee-tah…take me with you.”
I tried to shake him off my leg but I couldn’t. He can be really strong. I looked at my mother and father. Then I looked at Fudge, who gave me the same look as Turtle when he’s begging for a biscuit. “If only I knew for sure what the baby would be like,” I said.
“Take a chance, Peter,” Dad said. “The baby won’t necessarily be anything like Fudge.”
“But it won’t necessarily not be like him either,” I answered.
Fudge tugged at my leg. “I want an interesting baby,” he said. “Like me.”
I sighed. “If you think it’s going to sleep in my room, you’re crazy,” I told Mom and
“The baby will sleep in here,” Mom said. “In the dining area.”
“Then where will we eat?”
“Oh, we’ll think of something,” Mom said.
I put my Adidas bag down and tried shaking Fudge off one more time. “Okay,” I said, “I’ll stay for now. But when the baby comes, if I don’t like it, I’m leaving.”
“Me too,” Fudge said. “Sam got a new baby and it smells.” He held up his nose. “P.U.”
“Who want dessert?” Dad asked. “It’s vanilla pudding.”
“I do…I do…” Fudge yelped. He let go of me and climbed into his chair.
“Peter?” Dad said.
“Sure, why not?” And I sat down at the table too. Mom reached over and tousled my hair. This time I let her.
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Meet the Author
Judy Blume is the enduringly popular author of more than twenty books for young readers. Over 75 million copies of her books have been sold, and the Fudge books are timeless classics. Among Ms. Blume's many awards are the Margaret A. Edwards Award for Lifetime Achievement and the 2004 National Book Foundation's Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. She lives with her husband, George Cooper, in Key West, Florida.
- New York's Upper East Side, Key West, and Martha's Vineyard
- Date of Birth:
- February 12, 1938
- Place of Birth:
- Elizabeth, New Jersey
- B.S. in education, New York University, 1961
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AMAZING five star book makes you imagine a movie in your head witch AMAZES me great for kids and a perfecf read aloud for school A MUST GET!!!!! so i suggest this book for kids and adults read aloud to kids A MUST READ FIVE STARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think this is one of the BEST books i have EVER read!!! I recomend it to ayone who wants to read t!!! :)
There are times when life with his brother Farley Drexel 'Fudge' Hatcher makes 12-year-old Peter Hatcher feel like running away. If you ask Peter, 4-year-old Fudge is just a bigger pain in the neck than he ever has been before. Peter and Fudge are told by their parents Anne and Warren that Anne is pregnant. Peter reacts with anger, because he's afraid that the new baby will turn out to be another Fudge. Whoa! If it turns out that way, How's Peter gonna survive? As if that thought is not enough, after baby Tamara Roxanne 'Tootsie' Hatcher is born, Anne and Warren announce that the Hatchers will sublet their apartment and move to Princeton, New Jersey for a year to see what it¿s like to live away from New York City, and Warren will be taking a one year leave of absence from the advertising agency to write a book while the Hatchers are in Princeton. It's bad enough that Peter will be starting sixth grade in an unfamiliar place, but then Anne infuriates Peter by telling Peter that Fudge will be starting Kindergarten in the same school that Peter will be going to, and Peter adamantly refuses to go to the same school as Fudge, but Peter is not given a choice in the matter. Under these circumstances, Peter thinks he'll absolutely hate spending a year in Princeton. Almost two weeks after the move to Princeton, Peter befriends Alex Santo, who lives across the street and is in Peter's sixth grade class. For Peter, that takes away some of the pain of the situation. Peter's best friend Jimmy Fargo, whose parents Anita and Frank are now divorced, also regularly visits Peter in Princeton, and at school, Fudge can't get along with his snobby teacher, Mrs. Hildebrandt, so Fudge is transferred to kindly Ms. Ziff's kindergarten classroom, where Fudge befriends a Jewish boy named Daniel Manheim. Princeton is also the setting for many of Tootsie's firsts. When it comes time to decide whether to go back to their apartment in New York or stay in Princeton, what will the Hatchers decide? The answer to that question is in this book, and I won't spoil it for you. Unlike Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, Superfudge has a story line that takes up all 12 chapters, and it's a longer book than Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing was. Superfudge is still a pretty funny book, and it's a good book for all ages. The Fudge series is known for showing the funny side of sibling rivalry.
Fun story but not for younger readers...makes many references to how babies are made and spells out the truth about Santa Claus for those not in the know. Surprising because this didn't happen in Fudge-o-mania....little kids could be upset.
I could not put this amazing book down! Kids, this book is outstanding you should read this funny book
I love all of judy blume books but this has the most suprises i love it
This book is perfect for 9 year olds. All 9 year olds must read this book. Humorous yet serious. The characters are lovable. But this book is not perfect for all. I suggest that only younger-ish kids should read this book. dCoonster Signing Off
Fudge is the little brother we all wish we had just so he could drive us insane. Judy Blume has done it again with her precisely realistic tribute to children all over. Remember when you were a kid and how little things seemed soo dramatic and you thought life as you know it was over? This book covers everyday life as seen from a third grader and how he dealt with his unusual little brother. Juicy-O anyone?
So far a really good book!
This book is funny
I read these books when I was a young girl, so I was thrilled to share them with my daughters. Towards the end of the book I was disappointed to find out that Judy Blume does not believe in Santa. Just last week I had to explain the birds and the bees, that was enough for me in one week. Believing in santa is magical, a feeling I will always know. If anyone out there is reading this review and wondering "Is santa really real"? My answer to you is "yes". Some people have lost that magic, don't let them steal it from you. Judy Blume is a wonderful author, I hope she finds a way to believe again.
This is a great book I recomend it
This story was about Peter's brother Fudge and the new baby in the family, Super Fudge. This family was kind of weird, but very funny! Super Fudge is a great book and it will keep you reading all day or night.
This book was one of the most humorous stories I've read in a long time. I recommend it to anyone who is feeling down and needs a lift.
I really enjoyed reading this book agian. I am now 24 years old and had to choose a book for My Childrens Lit class and I remeber that this book was one of my favorite books back in elementary school. To reread the book was enjoyable because I was still able to rember parts of the book, it brought back lots mof memories. I am glad to read what other people have to say about this book is exciting because I agree with the majority of the people
This book took place mostly in Princeton. The characters are Peter,Fugde, Peter's friend and his mom and dad. I think this book was exciting because lots of fun things happen like when Peter's mom has a baby. The problem in this book is that Peter hates Fudge which is his little brother. Peter's mom has a baby who's name is Tootsie. Peter gets mad and thinks that the baby is going turn out like Fudge so he says he's going to run away. I would reccomend this book to anyone who likes exciting stories!
I think this book was exciting because it's funny and has great characters. I recommend this book to anyone who is in to funny books. A couple things I learned about the characters in this book is that Peter hates his little brother Fudge. This book mostly takes place in Priceton. The problem is that their mom has a baby, and Peter doesn't want her too. He meets new friends there. This book would be very exciting for anyone.
Superfudge is one of the best books I have read. It is just as good as Tales of the Fourth grade nothing.
This book would make a great gift for an older child. 'Superfudge' is the sequel to 'Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing,' another classic children's story. Twelve-year-old Peter Hatcher and his family are moving to Princeton for a year. Peter and his brother Fudge don't always get along. Their mother is going to have a baby soon, adding more uncertainty to their lives. Will the baby be like Fudge? What could be worse for Peter? Kids, especially with younger brothers and sisters will relate to the problems Peter faces. The story moves quickly, keeping the reader's attention, and is filled with humor. The reader will definitely appreciate Blume's talent for writing a good tale. As a children's book author, I highly recommend 'Superfudge.' Richard W. Carlson Jr., author of 'Jeremy Grabowski's Crazy Summer in Stormville!'
it started out the hatchers family living in nc. they moved to a place called princton.peter,a 12 year old brother is not getting much attention from his parents while his little brother fudge getting spoiled by his parents.fudge is trying to learn how to ride a bycicle to school.once he goes to school......peter got called by the princeable trying to see whats up with him.fudge gets in trouble a lot!peter is trying to get his attention from his parents but will he make it?will he ever get his attention from his parents?or is he gonna stay like that untill he is grown up.
I heart this book!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love Superfudge fudge is my favorite he rocks he is so funny and curios. M.I.T