The Candy Smash (The Lemonade War Series #4)

The Candy Smash (The Lemonade War Series #4)

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by Jacqueline Davies

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Jessie and Evan Treski have waged a lemonade war, sought justice in a class trial, and even unmasked a bell thief. Now they are at opposite ends over the right to keep secrets. Evan believes some things (such as his poetry) are private. Jessie believes scandal makes good news. When anonymously sent candy hearts appear in Class 4-0, self-appointed ace reporter


Jessie and Evan Treski have waged a lemonade war, sought justice in a class trial, and even unmasked a bell thief. Now they are at opposite ends over the right to keep secrets. Evan believes some things (such as his poetry) are private. Jessie believes scandal makes good news. When anonymously sent candy hearts appear in Class 4-0, self-appointed ace reporter Jessie determines to get the scoop on class crushes.  

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"Another rewarding chapter book from the Lemonade War series."

"A terrific tie-in to Valentine's Day, but a good anytime school story for boys and girls alike."
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Children's Literature - Rosa Roberts
In this fourth installment of the “Lemonade” series, love is in the air as the Valentine’s Day holiday approaches. Evan and Jessie are still in the same class; in this follow up, chronicle poetry is being taught and introduced as a poem of the day. Evan begins by writing love poetry about his grandmother and his crush, Megan. Jessie is working on an extra credit project for the school newspaper. She is determined to find out who is delivering secret forbidden candy to the whole class, and she is trying to figure out how they should be revealed. As in previous books in the series, Jessie is socially inept and Evan is unyielding when Jessie violates his privacy. Each chapter begins with a term associated with newspapers or creative writing, and readers will learn the proper use of the terms through the characters and story. Educators will enjoy the terms and application use through the plot development. Included at the end of the book is the relevant issue of the school newspaper with poetry terms and student poems. Readers will not be disappointed. Reviewer: Rosa Roberts; Ages 9 to 12.

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Chapter 1

onomatopoeia (n) when a word sounds like the object it names or the sound that object makes; for example: sizzle, hiccup, gurgle

If Evan had known what would be hidden in his shoebox later that day, he might not have minded decorating it so much.
   But for now, he stared at the box in disgust.
   He hated projects like this. Cutting projects, gluing projects. Projects with scissors and paper and markers and tape. Why did he have to decorate the shoebox anyway?
   "Can I have that?" asked Jessie on her way back to her desk group. She pointed at the ruler on Evan’s desk. In her hand, she held her box. All four sides and the top of the box were covered in red construction paper, and the slot on top was outlined with a perfectly measured crinkle-cut rectangle of white paper.
   "Why? Aren’t you done?" asked Evan.
   "No!" said Jessie. "I made spirals for the sides and flowers and hearts for the top." Evan looked over at her desk, which was in the group next to his. Lined up in neat rows were four perfect paper spirals, four curly paper rosettes, and twenty identical paper hearts. Jessie’s decorations were so precise, they looked like they came from a factory.
   It was at times like this that Evan wished his little sister wasn’t in the same fourth-grade class with him. Jessie was good at math and writing and science and just about everything that counted in school. She had even skipped the third grade. Why did she have to be so smart?
   Evan slumped a little in his seat. "Go ahead, take it."
   Jessie reached for the ruler, then said, "That’s sloppy. You should cut the paper so it’s even. You want me to do it?"
   "No, I don’t want your help, Miss Perfect."
   Jessie shrugged. "Suit yourself." Then she went back to her seat.
   "What are you going to put on your box?" asked Megan, who was returning to her desk on the other side of the room after showing her box to their teacher, Mrs. Overton. Her long ponytail swung from side to side as she walked up to his desk.
   Evan felt his face go hot. It was bad enough that his shoebox looked like nothing—now Megan Moriarty had to go and notice it.
   "I don’t know," he said. "I don’t like flowers and hearts and things."
   "Me neither," said Megan. "I put pictures of cats all over mine. See? This one looks like Langston!" Megan pointed to a picture on her box that looked almost exactly like Mrs. Overton’s cat. Langston was a twenty-one-year-old gray Persian who was seriously overweight. There were laminated pictures of him posted all over the classroom, with speech bubbles coming out of his mouth saying cool cats read; numerator on top, denominator on bottom; and a simple machine is a mechanical device that applies a force, such as a plane, a wedge, or a lever. In every picture, Langston looked like he’d just coughed up a hairball. Evan’s favorite was the one posted right above the daily homework assignment. In giant black letters it said bleh!
   "There are some sports magazines in the Re-use It bin," said Megan. "You want to see if there are any pictures of basketball players?"
   "No. Well. I guess," said Evan, embarrassed that he was tongue-tied. When Megan and Evan were in the same desk group, neither one of them could get any work done. Mrs. Overton had called it a lovely problem, and Evan was both disappointed and relieved when she’d changed the seating arrangements.
   Whenever he talked to Megan, he got a strange spinning feeling in his stomach, and it was getting worse every day. It was just like the time two winters ago when he and his mother hit a patch of black ice in their old Subaru. The car spun around three hundred sixty degrees before smashing into a guardrail. No one was hurt, and even the car was okay once it had been repaired, but Evan would never forget that feeling of spinning and spinning completely out of control, waiting for the smash. Being around Megan felt like that.
   Evan walked over to the Re-use It bin. It turned out that there were tons of photos of basketball players, including one of Evan’s favorite, Rajon Rondo, who was famous for having played the fourth quarter of a playoff game one-handed after he dislocated his elbow in the third. Evan quickly cut out five photos and stuck them on the four sides and top of his box.
   "Done," he said, putting the cap back on his glue stick and shoving his markers into his desk.
   Mrs. Overton, who’d been working at her desk, glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Hey, look at the time." She picked up the shekere that sat on the edge of her desk and shook it a few times, making the gentle sh-sh-sh sound that meant it was time to transition to a different activity. "We’re running late. Leave your boxes on your desks and come to the rug. It’s time for the Poem of the Day."
   Evan smiled. He would never admit it, but this had become his second favorite part of the day—after recess. Ever since coming back from winter break, Mrs. Overton had taken the time each day to read a poem—just one poem. A serious poem. Not like the silly poems his third grade teacher had read to them last year. Evan liked those, too— they made him laugh— but these poems that Mrs. Overton read were different. They were like music, and they made something deep inside of him go zing.
   Jessie raised her hand. "Mrs. Overton, can I skip the Poem of the Day so I can work on my newspaper?" Jessie had started her own classroom newspaper called The 4-O Forum. She’d already published two issues, and now she was working on the third. She planned to hand out the next edition on Monday, exactly one week from today, which happened to be Valentine’s Day. It was a tight deadline, and Evan could tell she was feeling the pressure.
   "No, Jess. I’ll give you some time during morning recess. For now, come and join the class." When everyone had gathered on the rug sitting cross-legged, Mrs. Overton said, "Today I’m going to read a poem by E. E. Cummings." At the top of a blank page on the classroom easel, she wrote: "E. E. Cummings."
   "Is he dead?" asked David Kirkorian. This had become the first question the kids in 4-O asked whenever Mrs. Overton introduced a new poet. Some poets were still alive— like the one who wrote the poem about the tree frog whose throat was swollen with spring love or that other one who wrote about playing basketball with his friend Spanky—but a lot of them were dead. Some of them had been dead for centuries.
   "He died about fifty years ago," said Mrs. Overton. A few kids nodded. A long-time dead. The really famous poets like William Shakespeare and Emily Dickinson were all dead.
   "What’s the poem called?" asked Salley.
   "It doesn’t have a title."
   "What do you mean?" asked Jessie. Evan could see a frown creeping across her face. Jessie did not like poetry, even though she’d won a poetry-writing contest in first grade. It was the only subject in school that Evan had ever heard her say she hated.
   "Some poems don’t have titles, and E. E. Cummings didn’t title most of his poems."
   "A poem is no good without a title," said Jessie. She stuck her foot out and retied her sneaker with several sharp, jerky movements. "And what kind of a name is E.E.?"
   "It’s initials, right?" said Jack. "Like J. K. Rowling. It stands for something."
   "Easter Eggs!" said Megan.
   "Eleven Elephants!" said Ben.
   "Extra Elbows!" said Ryan. He was sitting next to Evan, and he poked his elbow into Evan’s chest, which got everyone in the class laughing.
   Mrs. Overton admitted that she had no idea what E.E. stood for, but she would find out and report back later. "In the meantime, let’s take a look at the poem."
   She turned the page on the easel to show the poem that she had copied out earlier.

because it’s


dare to do people

(& not
the other way

round)because it

’s A

Lives lead their own


of everybodyelse’s) but

what’s wholly
marvellous my


is that you &
i are more than you

& i(be


e It’s we)

Evan stared at the poem. He hardly breathed. He had never seen anything like it. It was kooky! The way the words fell down the page like rocks tumbling over the edge of a cliff. He liked that "Spring" almost rhymed with "thingS" and the crazy way the tall, proud capital Ss stood like towers on either side of those words. And why was the word "because" broken up into four pieces? It made him feel as if words weren’t so strict and stern and unchangeable as they had always seemed. You could mix them up. You could rearrange them any way you liked. You could play with them—like Legos! You could make them do whatever you wanted. Evan looked at that poem and felt something inside of him go zing.
   Jessie pointed at the easel. "That is the worst poem I have ever seen in my whole life!" she shouted. "That poem is all wrong."
   "Wow," said Mrs. Overton. "It sounds like you’re having a strong response to this poem, Jessie. Tell us what you think."
   "It’s full of mistakes," said Jessie, standing up and marching over to the easel. "That S is not supposed to be capitalized. You never capitalize just the last letter of a word. And there’s a space missing after the parenthesis. And the words ‘it’s’ and ‘April’ are broken up with no hyphens. And there’s no such word as ‘everybodyelse.’ He just made that up!" Jessie’s hands were flying all over the easel, pointing, accusing the poem. She stabbed her finger right into the heart of the poem. "And the word ‘I’ is always capitalized. Always."
   Evan nodded his head. That was the rule.
   "So why do you think he did it?" asked Mrs. Overton.
   "Because he’s dumb," said Jessie, returning to her spot on the rug and plopping down in disgust.
   "Well," said Mrs. Overton, "Mr. Cummings graduated from Harvard and wrote his first book when he was twenty-eight. So I don’t think he was dumb. Maybe he had a reason for writing his poems in this way. What do you think?"
   The kids in 4-O stared at the poem. Some of them moved their mouths silently as they read it to themselves.
   "Maybe he was telling a joke," said Tessa.
   "Or maybe he was trying to make it look like a kid wrote it!" said Adam. "Maybe he was using a strong voice, like you told us about when we wrote our memory stories."
   "I bet he just scribbled it out fast like that, and then he didn’t bother to check it over," said Paul. Evan knew that Paul hated to copy his first drafts.
   "These are all good ideas," said Mrs. Overton. "Anybody else have an idea?"
   Evan looked at the poem and thought about the joy he felt when he read it, the looseness and freedom of those crazy mixed-up words, the tumbling recklessness of the way the poem spilled down the page.
   "Maybe," said Evan, "he’s sort of . . . telling us that there aren’t any rules or . . . you know, you don’t have to do things a certain way, just because that’s how everyone else does them? You know?"
   Mrs. Overton nodded her head. "I think that’s exactly what Mr. Cummings is challenging us to think about. Rules and conventions. Because what is this poem really about?"
   The whole class stared at the poem. The room was silent, except for the gentle scrabbling sound of the gerbils in their cage as they chewed on their toilet paper tubes. Slowly, Megan raised her hand, and Mrs. Overton nodded at her.
   "It’s about love," said Megan.
   "That’s right," said Mrs. Overton. She turned the heavy paper of the easel so that a fresh, blank page was showing, and then in all capital letters, she wrote, WHAT IS LOVE?

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Jacqueline Davies is the talented writer of several novels and picture books, including The Lemonade War series and The Boy Who Drew Birds. Ms. Davies lives in Needham, Massachusetts, with her family. Visit her website at

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The Candy Smash 4.4 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 84 reviews.
SharynR More than 1 year ago
My 9 yr. old granddaughter and I have been reading this series. This 4th one in the series just arrived . I loved it and know that Morgan will too. So many good things are taught in these books. When Morgan asks questions, we discuss the different problems-like Alzeimer's in the Bell Bandit.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing book and searies. I've read all of 'em and they are good
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I think it is great! I read 1/2 in BN stores on new years 2013 , loved it and had to wait for the 8th to buy on the nook. Loved it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was splendid. The lemonade war seris is a great childrens seris and i would recomend it to anyone. Jessie and evan are great charectors and i love reading about their lives.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good Book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A book that you can not put down!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved/love every book in the Lemonade War Seris and I love this one too. Hope she writes a fifth.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is great. You won't want to stop reading. If you're hesitating to buy this book,i recomend you to buy it.:):):)!!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is so intresting and fun i finished it in one day! And the newspaper in the back is really good. 1,000,1000,1000,1000,1000,100,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,10001,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000,1000. Stara
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love how its a mistery and has a good ending i hope there is another book coming!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is awesome
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
very good and evan needs to lighten up
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jessie is finding out who has been passing out forbidden candy to the class so she can post it in her news paper,the 4-0 forum. And who wrote the message on the door in tje girls bathroom? You must read the rest to find out.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hi im jason wanna be together? Go hp book5 caption #WASSUP
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jace i luv u 2 the moon and back<3<3
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the first part of the book !!! I love mysteries. Like with the candy hearts that are from a unown person. Or are they?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"I love you too." ((I have to go. My mom's calling. Good night))
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Tommy, i love you too. I miss you as well. *she helods Clairissa in her arms* Clair wants to meet you.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
When I first read this book title I knew it was going to be really good.I recomend you read the other book in the series first.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Do you want to know who is bringing in the cany? Well it's obviouse who it is. Megan. The person bringing in the cany is Megan. Duh!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book is not the best