Authors: Barbara Park
“Park, one of the funniest writers around … brings her refreshing humor to the beginning chapter-book set.”
“Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.—
reading—are lots of fun.”
“Park is simply hilarious.”
The Book Report
“Junie B. is a darling of the young-reader set.”
“Children's book star Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty.”
“First grade offers a whole year of exciting possibilities for Junie B. … As always, Park is in touch with what kids know and how they feel.”
School Library Journal
“Sassy, hilarious, and insightful. Park obviously understands the passions and fears of first-graders.”
Laugh out loud with Junie B. Jones!
Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus
Junie B. Jones and a Little Monkey Business
Junie B. Jones and Her Big Fat Mouth
Junie B. Jones and Some Sneaky Peeky Spying
Junie B. Jones and the Yucky Blucky Fruitcake
Junie B. Jones and That Meanie Jim's Birthday
Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren
Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed
Junie B. Jones Is Not a Crook
Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal
Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy
Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy
Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl
Junie B. Jones and the Mushy Gushy Valentime
Junie B. Jones Has a Peep in Her Pocket
Junie B. Jones Is Captain Field Day
Junie B. Jones Is a Graduation Girl
Junie B., First Grader (at last!)
Junie B., First Grader: Boss of Lunch
Junie B., First Grader: Toothless Wonder
Junie B., First Grader: Cheater Pants
Junie B., First Grader: One-Man Band
Junie B., First Grader: Shipwrecked
Junie B., First Grader: BOO
and I MEAN It!
Junie B., First Grader: Jingle Bells, Batman Smells! (P.S. So Does May.)
Junie B., First Grader: Aloha-ha-ha!
Junie B., First Grader: Dumb Bunny
Top-Secret Personal Beeswax: A Journal by Junie B. (and me!)
Check out Barbara Park's other great books, listed at the end of this book!
For cafeteria workers far and wide.
We love you guys!
I put down my pencil and looked all around.
Room One was still writing in their journals.
I smiled very sneaky.
Then I bent over in my chair real slow.
And I reached way down. And I lifted up the lid of my brand-new, shiny—
“LUNCH BOX!” hollered out May. “JUNIE JONES JUST OPENED HER LUNCH BOX AGAIN, MR. SCARY! AND YOU TOLD HER NOT TO DO THAT ANYMORE! REMEMBER?”
May is the tattletale girl who sits next to me.
I do not actually care for her.
My heart pounded very hard. I bent over even more. And I hid my head so my teacher couldn't see me.
Only I didn't do a good job of hiding, I guess. Because just then, I heard Mr. Scary's shoes walking toward me.
“Junie B.? Why is your lunch box open
again?” asked Mr. Scary. “Didn't I just speak to you about this a few minutes ago?”
I kept my head down and I looked at the floor. One of Mr. Scary's shoes started tapping at me.
Tappy shoes are not happy shoes, I think.
“Junie B.?” said Mr. Scary again. “Do you have a good reason for opening your lunch box again?”
I quick closed my eyes and tried to think of a good reason.
Mr. Scary's shoe tapped louder.
I opened my eyes and peeked at it.
And then, BINGO!
All of a sudden, a miracle happened!
One of my eyes saw my napkin in the corner of my lunch box … and a bright
idea popped right into my head!
I quick grabbed the napkin. And I started shining Mr. Scary's shoes!
“Look, Mr. Scary! Look! Here is my
good reason!” I said. “See me? Huh? I am shining your shoes with my napkin. See?”