Junie B., First Grader: Boss of Lunch (Junie B. Jones, No. 19)
Barbara Park
Language: English
Pages: 96
ISBN: 0375802940
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Barbara Park’s New York Times bestselling chapter book series, Junie B. Jones, is a classroom favorite and has been keeping kids laughing—and reading—for more than twenty years. Over 60 million copies in print and now with a bright new look for a new generation!
Meet the World’s Funniest First Grader—Junie B. Jones! Something very wonderful is happening to Junie B. And it’s called—hurray, hurray!—she’s getting to be a professional lunch lady! And that means hanging out with Mrs. Gutzman in the cafeteria. And standing behind the counter. And even wearing a real actual hair net! Who knows? Pretty soon she could be the boss of the whole entire lunch operation!
USA Today:
“Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set.”
Publishers Weekly:
“Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.—and reading—are lots of fun.”
Kirkus Reviews:
“Junie’s swarms of young fans will continue to delight in her unique take on the world. . . . A hilarious, first-rate read-aloud.”
Time:
“Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty.”
again!” I held up one finger. “I am in Room One this year,” I said. “Room One comes earlier in the alphabet than Room Nine. And so now that you know where I am, when can you bring the cookies, Gladys?” Mrs. Gutzman did a chuckle. Then she leaned down next to me. And she patted my arm. And she said don't call her Gladys. After that, Mrs. Gutzman explained all about snacks. She said that first graders don't get snacks like kindergarten kids do. On account of first graders get cookies with
table and run wherever you please during lunch,” he said. Mrs. Gutzman nodded. “Mr. Scary is right, Junie B.,” she said. “I am very happy to see you. But you do have to learn to follow school rules.” I did a sigh. “Yeah, only I really, really wanted to find you, Mrs. Gutzman,” I said. “’Cause I missed you very much.” Mrs. Gutzman tapped on her chin. “Hmm,” she said. “Maybe I have an idea. Maybe—if you promise to follow the rules—you can come back tomorrow and help me in the kitchen. Would
table and run wherever you please during lunch,” he said. Mrs. Gutzman nodded. “Mr. Scary is right, Junie B.,” she said. “I am very happy to see you. But you do have to learn to follow school rules.” I did a sigh. “Yeah, only I really, really wanted to find you, Mrs. Gutzman,” I said. “’Cause I missed you very much.” Mrs. Gutzman tapped on her chin. “Hmm,” she said. “Maybe I have an idea. Maybe—if you promise to follow the rules—you can come back tomorrow and help me in the kitchen. Would
of a sudden, Mrs. Gutzman reached into her apron. And she pulled out a hair net! A hair net just for me! She put it on my head. “Oh boy! Oh boy! Thank you, Mrs. Gutzman! Thank you!” I squealed. Then I zoomed to the oven and stared at myself in the glass. “Look at me! Just look at me! I look like a real professional lunch maker!” I said. After that, I stared and stared at myself some more. And I couldn't even stop. Pretty soon, Mrs. Gutzman told me all about my jobs. “You're going to
are to be opened only in the cafeteria.” I did a sad sigh. “Yes,” I said. “I know the rule, Mr. Scary. But I waited a real long time to get this lunch box. And yesterday it finally came to my house. And so today is my first day of not carrying a plain brown sack to school. And so every time I look at that new lunch box, I feel happy inside.” I picked it up to show him. “See how cute it is?” I said. “My mother ordered it from a nature store. It has pictures of baby birds on it. See all of