The Egg and I

The Egg and I

by Betty Bard MacDonald
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The Egg and I by Betty Bard MacDonald

Reissue of this immortal, hilarious, and heartwarming classic about working a chicken farm in the Northwest.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780397002795
Publisher: Lippincott Williams & Wilkins
Publication date: 01/28/1963

About the Author

Betty MacDonald (1908–1958) was the author of the beloved children's books about Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle:

  • Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle
  • Hello, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle
  • Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle's Magic
  • Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle's Farm
The Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle stories were first told to her two daughters.

After Betty MacDonald's death, her daughter Anne MacDonald Canham found a never-before-published Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle story along with notes for other stories among her mother's possessions. This was the beginning of Happy Birthday, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle, the first new Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle book in fifty years.

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Egg and I 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 18 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Betty MacDonald has captured life in the rural area of NW Washington as nobody has since. Laugh with her, cry with her. She was a real person living in NW WA and every bone in her body went into writing this book. If you have not experienced Washington in the in this time and place, this is the book - the descriptions will make your mouth water for a rural life.
AliTheDragonSlayer More than 1 year ago
I have always been fascinated by the 1940’s especially living ‘on the land’ and being fairly self sufficient. My parents had a chicken/egg business when I was a child and I have many happy memories of ‘collecting’ the eggs. However I live in the UK and I certainly wasn’t around in the 1940’s so that is where the similarities end! Betty married and blindly followed her husband off to the bleak mountains in Washington state to follow his dream of owning a chicken ranch. This is her story told exactly how she lived it .. non-politically correct and with moments of what would be described these days as racism. Any thought that it would be an easy existence rapidly disappeared as we hear about her struggling to light the stove, forgetting the kerosene, living by candlelight, scrubbing the laundry by hand, ironing with an old flat iron warmed briefly on aforementioned stove. Carrying buckets of water, walking 5 or more miles to her nearest neighbours not to mention the act of caring for the chickens!! Their days would begin at 4am, cold, dark and monotonous. But Betty did as her husband told her. I enjoyed her descriptions of learning to sew and making anything crafty, she wasn’t naturally talented. She adored reading but books were not easy to come by. This is a wonderful portrayal of their life but remember it was a LONG time ago and some of the issues may be sensitive but it’s as it was. Betty was very scathing of a lot of people around her, there are some fabulously humorous parts but I’m not sure her humour was appreciated by all. If you are of a delicate disposition then possibly some of the references to how the chicken industry works is not ideal. I was lucky enough to gain an audio copy of this and it made for very engrossing listening. The narration was spot on, I felt as though I was there shivering in that kitchen having a cup of coffee. When I started and realised it was about 9 hours long I thought it would take forever to hear it all when in fact I think I completed it in about 3 sessions because I was enthralled. I would happily listen to more stories by Betty.
lv2rdTK More than 1 year ago
So different from the movie, really enjoyed both.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am an avid reader and have been since I learned how. This is a marvellously funny, and heartwarming story of life from Butte, Montana to Seattle Washington. I've read this book numerous times and continue to buy new copies to give as gifts.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Warning do not read while drinking beverage. I was readin this book in the car on a trip and was laughing so hard i choked on my coke. its one of the best books ever writen...trust me read it!
Anonymous 3 days ago
I hate your fricken depressing stories. You suck. You swallow. GET OUT OF HERE SUICIDAL PEOPLE. SOME OF US ACTUALLY HAVE A LIFE. STOP DEPRESSING US!!!
Anonymous 9 days ago
(( So this is a story about the life of my one true love, and how I admire her for staying alive. )) <p> &#1 <p> 3 years old: Zadee was in the car. She heard a scream. She was flung forward into the seat. And suddenly, everything was black. <p> 6 years old: Zadee was sutting on the floor. Waiting for her dad to come home. But he came home with another woman. <p> 7 years old: Zadee's older brother was dead.... and it was NOT an accident. <p> 10 years old: Zadee was crying. Her stepmom was being a bit<_>ch, as usual. She ran outside, into the car. She drove. She drove. She drove off the bridge. <p> 13 years old: Zadee cheated. She cheated on her girlriend with another girl. Everyone's blaming Zadee for her sui.cide attempt. <p> 13 years old: Zadee met a crazy little kid at Theo Art School. <p> 14 Years old: She met the crazy little kid again. But she's not crazy this time. Zadee thought she was... pretty. <p> "Hey, Zadee! Do you remember me from last year?" Said Sophia. Zadee did remember her. 'Wow, she's grown up a lot. ' Zadee thought. Zadee sat with her whenever she could when they did art. Sophia didn't seem to notice. <br> A Few Weeks Later <br> Zadee saw the scars on Sophia's wrist and she was mad. While they were doing yoga, Zadee approached Sophia. "Let me see your arm," she demanded, holding out her hand. Sophia held out her arm, wrist down. "Wow, it's an arm!" She joked. <br> In the Bathroom: <br> Sophia left her stall, and Zadee was standing there waiting, one eyebrow raised. She placed a hand on the door. "Let me see." She said, patiently but angrily. Sophia apparently wasn't having it. She pulled Zadee's arm off the door and ran back into the studio. As she was walking Zadee confessed; "I don't know your sister so I like you!" Zadee yelled, for she had lied about having a crush on Sophia's older sister. But Sophia evidentely didn't hear Zadee. <br> While painting <br> "Zadee," She heard Sophia whisper. "I like you too." Those four words were what Zadee was least expecting to hear. "Oh." She replied. "Well then" she smiled. <p> &#1 <p> -:- Hey guys, it wasn't really a story, and that's not the end of our story as a couple. I just wanted to put her heartbraking past/present out there. She has the most depressing life I've heard of, and though is hardly happy, she has fought through it and stated alive. <p> *Zadee, I know you will never see this, but I love you, and I always will*
Anonymous 10 days ago
Nooooo dont stop there do more next res!!!!! <p> Luv y'all <p> &mdash; Kelly
Anonymous 13 days ago
{AUTHORS NOTE: I think everyone had wonderfully written stories. Lea you constructed yours impeccably. Cal good job you got lots of praise from your story I to thought it was a well crafted piece of work. All of you, if you don't have it should consider joining Wattpad. Anyways about my story. This is an adapted true story through my friends eye. Behind my story happens to be a very sad one. His sister at the age of 17 commited suicide by a very gruesome but common choice. I hate suicide and death with every part of my soul. So, I hope you agree and float on with me. This may be a part one, now sit back and enjoy 'I Won't Be Like You.'} Jake sat on his bed his body numb. "Why? How? When? Who? What?" Those thoughts spread through his head like a wildfire. He was too numb to move, too numb to text, and too numb to cry. He finally had the strength to lift his head and it all came out. First the scream, then the tears, then the fit. He threw the Rubik's Cube acorss his small room as tears flowed down his cheeks images of his breakup making everything worse. His sister, Elizabeth why? How? When.....? He began to hyperventalate his chest rising up and down hiccups escaping from him. A buzz came from his pocket. He pulled it out and stared at the screen with hatred. As he read Nick's text. "Yo buddy, everything alright? You aren't at the game club after school. I'm sorry if I ruined our friendship by me being gay and having a crush on you. How can I make it up?" He stared at the screen tears staining his shirt and splattering his phone. "He's gay? He likes me? She's dead? What the hell is going on?" He laid on his back and shut his head tightly instantly passing out. 30 minutes ago. Jake's older brother stumbled onto their front porch and walked in. "SALLY"?!?!" The teen roared drunkily. Jake looked up staring at his brother fear filled his eyes as he saw his mom stroll down the hallway wiping her hands on her pink apron. "What is it Hunter?" She asked then her eyes widened as she stared at Hunter's hand. "You're drunk aren't you? What did I tell you, no parties especially if they have alchol lying around." She snapped quickly regretting her tone of voice as Hunter approached her. "YOU DON'T TELL ME HOW I LIVE MY WIFE WOMAN! YOU LOST THAT YEARS AGO JUST LIKE YOU LOST YOUR HUSBAND!" The drunken teen pushed his mother against the fridge violently. She screamed in pain as her back smacked against the handle. Jake could hear his sister crying he looked over at her with a concered expression. She ran upstairs her hands and face drenched as she slammed her door. These scary uncomftarable fights broke out fairly often.Jake could've sworn he saw the glint of a blade. Jake looked down at his hands and saw that they were trembling, he began to rise from the couch. Glancing over at his mom who was leaning agaist the fridge breathing heavily as Hunter made his way down to the basement crashes could be heard. He quickly made sure his mother was okay before he ran upstairs knocking on his sisters door. One knock, no answer. Two knocks, no answer. Three knocks, still no answer. He sighed and opened the door a frown on his face that soon changed to horror as he saw red. The carpet, the floor, her face, her favourite jacket, her neck, and her wrists. Were all drenched in the color red. He screamed. {Hoped you enjoy give me feed back, and have a wonderful day. To get in touch with me you can find me on wattpad @Cayo[insert underscore]Mayo}
Anonymous 25 days ago
You're at the right place. Good luck! <p> -american idiot
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good book but i don't know why anybody wpuld want to live in the country. Too much work, plus you are at the mercy of mother naature.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderful & so full of humor.
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Did not enjoy
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book might has been funny when it was first published. However, I found it very dated and not funny at all. The book has bigotry and a sadistic attitude towards women. Sorry I had to read it for book club. Would not recommend. The movie is much better.