If you want to learn how to not read, I suggest you read the book Charlie Joe Jackson's Guide To Not Reading. This book is about a kid who hates reading. When his teacher tells the class they have to read the book, Billy's Bargain, he starts flipping out. It is up to you to find out if he will re...
I found this story quite funny & I think an elementary or junior high kid would find it even funnier. This is the story of Charlie Joe Jackson, a middle school boy who hates reading. He hates reading with such a passion, that he bribes one of his friends to read all of his assigned books & then...
"Charlie Joe Jackson's Guide to Not Reading" by Tommy Greenwald is a a book about Charlie Joe Jackson who wanted to get through all of MS without reading a single book. He did this by giving his friend Timmy and Ice-Cream Sandwich and in return Timmy would tell him what the book is about. His pla...
Thoroughly enjoying this series. Charlie Joe has done whatever it takes to avoid reading. But he now has to spend his summer vacation going to camp Read-A-Book-E ...The book starts off how you would expect, but it is done exceptionally well and remains interesting. CJJ has a gradual transformatio...
Which is why Moose, who had been lethargic and groggy during the whole car ride, suddenly sprang to full attention when we pulled into Dr. Dixon’s parking lot. There’s no way I’m going in there, he said, without having to actually say it. “Come on, Schmoo,” I said, using one of Moose’s many nickn...
36 MISSING I’d just gotten off the bus and was on my way to homeroom when Hannah came running up to me. “Katie! Come quick!” “What? What happened?” She didn’t answer. But I could tell by her face that it wasn’t good. I followed her around the corner and down the hall, trying to figure out where...
They were pretty miserable, too. And I would say that I thought about giving up my strike and going inside, oh, somewhere around 643 times. But I didn’t. I stayed there. For some crazy reason, I stayed. A crazy reason that was some combination of Cathy Billows, Brody Newhouse, and the fact that I...
“Katie!” I said, apparently at a volume loud enough for many more people other than Katie to hear. She looked at me. She was clearly getting fed up, but she was too nice a person to come out and say it. So instead she just said, “Yes?” “I wrote you a poem,” I announced. “Sometimes it’s hard for m...