Dirtball Pete
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- $99.00
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- $99.00
Descripción editorial
A hilarious read-aloud picture book for boys and girls who just can’t seem to stay clean! (And the parents who love their little dirtballs regardless.)
It’s a fact. Dirtball Pete stinks to high heaven.
His sister, Amanda, says so, and her friend Janine totally agrees. Even with a good scrubbing from his mom, Dirtball Pete usually manages to revert to his dirtball self in no time. But today is no ordinary day—it’s THE FIFTY STATES AND WHY THEY’RE GREAT! day at school, and Dirtball Pete has a speech to recite in the school play.
Will he remember his lines? Will he manage to avoid his dog’s muddy paws? Will the stink of his pet ferret, Eggroll, cling to his Pennsylvania costume? And can Dirtball Pete make his mom proud even if he is a dirtball?
Eileen Brennan’s funny picture book has a refreshingly original voice and style and a lovable new character in Dirtball Pete, who, with his unassuming, carefree ways, will charm kids and adults alike.
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Debut writer Brennan s wonderfully stolid narrative voice establishes its authority from the get-go: Dirtball Pete looked like something the cat dragged in, it starts. It was a fact. Pete s stay in the bathtub before his school s Fifty States and Why They re Great presentation is a long one ( I m going to leave that auditorium proud of you, his mother says grimly, scrubbing him with a brush), but, mysteriously, he still smells terrible afterwards. Oh, no! his mother says. Pet ferrets must stay home! Jittery digital cartoons show Pete with a big head, spindly appendages, scrabbly hair that refuses to be tamed, and tic-tac-toe dirt stains spattered liberally across his mug. Unexpectedly, though, Dirtball Pete outdoes himself at school that night. He s the best Pennsylvania ever broadcasting facts about the state while the rest of his cardboard-clad classmates whisper and mumble despite the fact that an unexpected search for his speech leaves him looking like his usual dirtball self. It s tough to make a book sardonic and heartwarming at the same time, but Brennan nails it. Ages 4 7.
