Katie and the Cupcake Cure by Coco Simon (English) Hardcover Book

Description: Katie and the Cupcake Cure by Coco Simon This fresh new series features a group of four unique girls who are trying their best to navigate middle school. They accidentally form the Cupcake Club, and with friends and frosting, fun ensues. After Katie Browns best friend joins the Popular Girls Club, she befriends Mia, Emma, and Alexis. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description The Cupcake Club gets its start in this first book of a sweet treat of a series! Katie Brown is miserable when her best friend is invited to join the Popular Girls Club and Katie is left out. Is there an Unpopular Girls Club she can join? Fortunately, Katie finds her way with a great new group of friends--Mia, Emma, and Alexis--and together they form the Cupcake Club. Sometimes starting from scratch turns out to be the icing on the cupcake! Author Biography From cupcakes to ice cream! Having written over thirty books about middle school girls and cupcakes, Coco Simon decided it was time for a change; so shes switched her focus from cupcakes to her second favorite sweet treat: ice cream! When shes not daydreaming about yummy snacks, Coco edits childrens books and has written close to one hundred books for children, tweens, and young adults, which is a lot less than the number of cupcakes and ice cream cones shes eaten. She is the author of the Cupcake Diaries and the Sprinkle Sundays series. Abigail Halpin is an illustrator/graphic designer living in New England who likes bright colors, all things retro, and sharp pencils. Excerpt from Book Katie and the Cupcake Cure CHAPTER 1 Whos Afraid of Middle School? Not Me! Every time I have ever watched a movie about middle school, the main character is always freaking out before the first day of school. You know what I mean, right? If the movies about a guy, hes always worried about getting stuffed into a garbage can by jocks. If its about a girl, shes trying on a zillion outfits and screaming when she sees a pimple on her face. And no matter what movie it is, the main character is always obsessed with being popular. My name is Katie Brown, and whenever I watched those movies, I just didnt get it. I mean, how could middle school be that different from elementary school? Yeah, I knew there would be new kids from other schools, but I figured everyone from our school would stick together. Weve all pretty much known one another since kindergarten. Sure, not everybody hangs out together, but its not like we put some kids on a pedestal and worship them or anything. Were all the same. Back in third grade, we all got sick together on mystery meat loaf day. That kind of experience has to bind you for life, doesnt it? Thats what I thought, anyway. I didnt spend one single second of the summer worrying about middle school. I got a really bad sunburn at the town pool, made a thousand friendship bracelets at day camp, and learned from my mom how to make a cake that looks like an American flag. I didnt stress out about middle school at all. Guess what? I was wrong! But you probably knew that already. Yeah, the cruel hammer of reality hit pretty hard on the very first day of school. And the worst thing was, I wasnt even expecting it. The morning started out normal. I put on the tie-dyed T-shirt I made at day camp, my favorite pair of jeans, and a new pair of white sneakers. Then I slipped about ten friendship bracelets on each arm, which I thought looked pretty cool. I brushed my hair, which takes about thirty seconds. My hair is brown and wavy--Mom calls it au naturel. I only worry about my hair when it starts to hang in my eyes, and then I cut it. When I went downstairs for breakfast, Mom was waiting for me in the kitchen. "Happy first day of middle school, Katie!" she shouted. Did I mention that my mom is supercorny? I think its because shes a dentist. I read a survey once that said that people are afraid of dentists more than anything else, even zombies and funeral directors. (Which is totally not fair, because without dentists everybody would have rotten teeth, and without teeth you cant eat corn on the cob, which is delicious.) But anyway, I think she tries to smile all the time and make jokes so that people will like her more. Not that shes fake--shes honestly pretty nice, for a mom. "I made you a special breakfast," Mom told me. "A banana pancake shaped like a school bus!" The pancake sat on a big white plate. Mom had used banana slices for wheels and square pieces of cantaloupe for the windows. This might seem like a strange breakfast to you, but my mom does stuff like this all the time. She wanted to go to cooking school when she got out of high school, but her parents wanted her to be a dentist, like them. Which is unfair, except that if she didnt go to dental school, she wouldnt have met my dad, and I would never have been born, so I guess I cant complain. But anyway, in her free time she does the whole Martha Stewart thing. Not that she looks like Martha Stewart. She has brown hair like me, but hers is curly, and her favorite wardrobe items are her blue dentist coat and her apron that says #1 CHEF on the front. This morning she was wearing both. "Thanks, Mom," I said. I didnt say anything about being too old for a pancake shaped like a school bus. It would have hurt her feelings. Besides, it was delicious. She sat down in the seat next to me and sipped her coffee. "Do you have the map I printed out for you with the new bus stop location?" she asked me. She was doing that biting-her-bottom-lip thing she does when shes worried about me, which is most of the time. "I got it, but I dont need it," I replied. "Its only four blocks away." Mom frowned. "Okay. But I e-mailed the map to Barbara just in case." Barbara is my moms best friend--and shes also the mom of my own best friend, Callie. Weve known each other since we were babies. Callie is two months older than I am, and she never lets me forget it. "I hope Callie has the map," my mom went on. "I wouldnt want you two to get lost on your first day of middle school." "We wont," I promised. "Im meeting Callie at the corner of Ridge Street, and were walking to the bus stop together." "Oh, good," Mom said. "Im glad you finally talked to your old bus buddy." "Uh, yeah," I said, and quickly gulped down some orange juice. I hadnt actually talked to her. But wed been bus buddies ever since kindergarten (my corny mom came up with "bus buddies," in case you didnt figure that out already), so there was no real reason to believe this year would be any different. I knew Id see her at the bus stop. Every August, Callie goes to sleepaway camp, which totally stinks. She doesnt get back until a few days before school starts. Normally I see her the first day she comes back and we go to King Cone for ice cream. But this year Callie texted that she was busy shopping with her mom. Callie has always cared a lot more about clothes than I do. She wanted to find the perfect outfit to wear on her first day of middle school. And since we only had a few days before school started I didnt think it was that weird that I didnt see her. It was a little weird that she hadnt called me back. But we had texted and agreed to meet on the corner of Ridge Street, so I was sure everything was fine. I ate my last bite of pancake and stood up. "Gotta brush my teeth," I said. When youre the daughter of a dentist, you get into that habit pretty early. Soon I was slipping on my backpack and heading for the door. Of course, Mom grabbed me and gave me a big hug. "I packed you a special lunch, Cupcake," she said. Mom has called me Cupcake ever since I can remember. I kind of like it--except when she says it in front of other people. "A special lunch? Really?" I teased her. Every lunch she makes me is a special lunch. "What a surprise." "I love you!" Mom called. I turned and waved. For a second I thought she was going to follow me to the bus so I yelled, "I love you too!" and ran down the driveway. Outside, it still felt like summer. I should have worn shorts, I thought. Theres nothing worse than sitting in a hot classroom sweating a lot and having your jeans stick to your legs. Gross. But it was too late to change now. Ridge Street was only two blocks away. There were lots of kids heading for the bus stop, but I didnt see Callie. I stood on the corner, tapping my foot. "Come on, Callie," I muttered. If we missed the bus, Mom would insist on walking me to the bus stop every morning. I didnt know if I could take that much cheerfulness before seven thirty a.m. Then a group of girls turned the corner: Sydney Whitman, Maggie Rodriguez, and Brenda Kovacs--and Callie was with them! I was a little confused. Callie usually didnt walk with them. It was always just Callie and me. "Hey, Cal!" I called out. Callie looked up at me and waved, but continued talking to Maggie. That was strange. I noticed, though, she wasnt wearing her glasses. Shes as blind as a bat without her glasses. Maybe she doesnt recognize me, I reasoned. My hair did get longer this summer. So I ran up to them. Thats when I noticed they were all dressed kind of alike--even Callie. They were wearing skinny jeans and each girl had on a different color T-shirt and a thick belt. "Hey, guys," I said. "The bus stops this way." I nodded toward Ridge Street. Callie looked at me and smiled. "Hi, Katie! We were just talking about walking to school," she said. "Isnt it kind of far to walk?" I asked. Maggie spoke up. "Only little kids take the bus." "Oh," I said. (I know, I sound like a genius. But I was thinking about how my mom probably wouldnt like the idea of us walking to school.) Then Sydney looked me up and down. "Nice shirt, Katie," she said. But she said it in a way that I knew meant she definitely didnt think it was nice. "Did you make that at camp?" Maggie and Brenda giggled. "As a matter of fact, I did," I said. I looked at Callie. I didnt say anything. She didnt say anything. What was going on? "Come on," Sydney said, linking arms with Callie. "I dont want to be late." She didnt say, "Come on, everybody but Katie," but she might as well have. I knew I wasnt invited. Callie turned around and waved. "See you later!" she called. I stood there, frozen, as my best friend walked away from me like I was some kind of stranger. Details ISBN1442474904 Author Coco Simon Publisher Simon Spotlight Series Cupcake Diaries Language English ISBN-10 1442474904 ISBN-13 9781442474901 Media Book Format Hardcover DEWEY FIC Series Number 1 Short Title CUPCAKE DIARIES #01 KATIE & TH Audience Age 8-12 Year 2013 Publication Date 2013-05-07 Imprint Simon Spotlight Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2013-05-07 NZ Release Date 2013-05-07 US Release Date 2013-05-07 UK Release Date 2013-05-07 Pages 160 Audience Children / Juvenile We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:139112372;

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