The Sisters Club

Product Description From the author of the Judy Moody books, this exciting novel captures the warmth, humor, and squabbles of three spunky sisters. Meet the Sisters Club: twelve-year-old Alex, aspiring actress and born drama queen; eight-year-old Joey, homework lover and pioneer wannabe; and smack in the middle, ten-year-old Stevie, the glue that holds them together — through dinner disasters, disputes over stolen lucky sweaters, and Alex’s going gaga over her leading man. Playfully weaving Stevie’s narration with Alex’s scripts, Joey’s notebook entries, and hilarious elements such as "How to Swear in Shakespeare" and "Dear Sock Monkey" letters, this hugely engaging novel showcases Megan McDonald’s ear for dialogue, comic timing, and insight into the ever-changing dynamics of sisterhood. Review McDonald manages to squeeze a lot of action into one story, but instead of feeling frantic, it feels like a real family. —Kirkus Reviews Different styles add to the fun and help move the plot along quickly. Fans of Meg Cabot’s Allie Finkle and graduates of Judy Moody will enjoy this offering. —School Library Journal This exciting novel captures the warmth, humor — and squabbles — of three spunky sisters. —Girls Life About the Author Megan McDonald is the creator of the popular and award-winning Judy Moody and Stink series. She is also the author of three Sisters Club stories, two stories about Ant and Honey Bee, and many other books for children. She lives in Sebastopol, California. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The Middle Being in the middle is like being invisible. Especially when you're the middle sister in a family with three girls. Think about it. The middle of a story is not the beginning or the end. The middle of a train is not the caboose or the engine. The middle of a play is intermission. The middle of Monkey in the Middle is a monkey. The middle of Neapolitan ice cream is . . . vanilla. "I'm vanilla!" I shouted one day to anybody who would listen. Plain old boring vanilla. Nobody listened.Alex, my older sister, ignored me. She just kept writing stuff in the margins of her play script (what else is new!) and muttering the lines under her breath. Easy for her. She's strawberry. I was sick of it, so I told my family how I hate being the middle. Middle, middle, middle. "Hey! The middle of 'Farmer in the Dell' is the cheese!" Joey, my younger sister, reminded me. "The cheese stands alone," I reminded her back. Alex looked up. "There's a book about that, you know. I Am the Cheese." Yeah. My autobiography, I thought. "Wait. You think you're cheese or something?" Joey asked. I ignored her. They just don't get it. I mean, the middle of a year is, what, Flag Day? The middle of a life is a midlife crisis! I told my dad I was having a midlife crisis. "You're going to give me a midlife crisis if you don't get over this," Dad said. I asked him to name one middle that is a good thing. Dad had to think. He thought and thought and didn't say anything. Then finally he told me, "The middle of an apple is the core." "Um-hmm. The yucky part people throw away," I said. "How about the middle of the night? That's an interesting time, when people see things differently." I pointed out that most people sleep through the middle of the night. Then he shouted like he had a super-brainy Einstein idea. "The middle of an Oreo cookie is the sweet, creamy, best part. You can't argue with that." He was right. I couldn't argue. If I had to be a middle, that's the best middle to be. "See? You're the peanut butter in the sandwich," said Dad. "You're the creamy center of the cookie that holds it all together. You're the glue." I'm the glue? Maybe Dad's right. After all, I'm the one who came up with the (brilliant!) idea for the Sisters Club, back when I was Joey's age. Alex gets to be the Boss Queen, of course, so she runs the meetings. Joey (a.k.a. Madam Secretary/Treasurer) takes the notes and colle