新冠疫情动图More praise for FLIPPED: ?We flipped over this fantastic book, its gutsy girl Juli and its wise, wonderful ending.? ?aThe Chicago Tribune ?Delightful! Delicious! And totally teen.? ?aBookPage * ?With a charismatic leading lady kids will flip over, a compelling dynamic between the two narrators and a resonant ending, this novel is a great deal larger than the sum of its parts.? ?aPublishers Weekly, Starred ?A wonderful, light-hearted novel.? ?aLibrary Talk ?This is a wry character study, a romance with substance and subtlety.? ?aBooklist ?A highly agreeable romantic comedy.? ?aKirkus Reviews Dedicated with infinite love to Colton and Connor, who make me feel like so much more thanthe sum of my parts. Special thanks to? my husband, Mark Parsons, who helps me feel the magic, and my excellent editor, Nancy Siscoe, for her care and insight (and for making me stick to a reduced-filler diet). Also, eternal gratitude to Tad Callahan and Patricia Gabel, who were on the ball when we needed it most. Finally, thanks to Jeanne Madrid and the staff at Casa De Vida?amay you keep thespirit. CONTENTS Diving Under Flipped Buddy, Beware! The Sycamore Tree Brawk-Brawk-Brawk! The Eggs Get a Grip, Man The Yard Looming Large and Smelly The Visit The Serious Willies The Dinner Flipped The Basket Boys ----------------------- Page 3-----------------------Diving Under All I've ever wanted is for Juli Baker to leave me alone. For her to back off ?a you know, just give me some space. It all started the summer before second grade when our moving van pulled into her neighborhood. And since we're now about done with the eighth grade, that, my friend, makes more than half a decade of strategic avoidance and social discomfort. She didn't just barge into my life. She barged and shoved and wedged her way into my life. Did we invite her to get into our moving van and start climbing all over boxes? No! But that's exactly what she did, taking over and showing off like only Juli Baker can. My dad tried to stop her. ?Hey!? he says as she's catapulting herself on board. ?What are you doing? You're getting mud everywhere!? So true, too. Her shoes were, like, caked with the stuff. She didn't hop out, though. Instead, she planted her rear end on the floor and started pushing a bigbox with her feet. ?Don't you want some help?? She glanced my way. ?It sure looks like you need it.? I didn't like the implication. And even though my dad had been tossing me the same sort of look all week, I could tell ?a he didn't like this girl either. ?Hey! Don't do that,? he warned her. ?There are some really valuable things in that box.? ?Oh. Well, how about this one?? She scoots over to a box labeled LENOX and looks my way again. ?We should push it together!? ?No, no, no!? my dad says, then pulls her up by the arm. ?Why don't you run along home? Your mother's probably wondering where you are.? Thiswas the beginning of my soon-to-become-acute awareness that the girl cannot takea hint. Of any kind. Does she zip on home like a kid should when they've been invited to leave? No. She says, ?Oh, my mom knows where I am. She said it was fine.? Then she points across the street and says, ?We just live right over there.? My father looks to where she's pointing and mutters, ?Oh boy.? Then he looks at me and winks as he says, ?Bryce, isn't it time for you to go insideand help your mother?? I knew right off that this was a ditch play. And I didn't think about it until later, but ditch wasn't a play I'd run with my dad before. Face it, pulling a ditch is not something discussed with dads. It's like, against parental law to tell your kid it's okay to ditch someone, no matter how annoying or muddy they might be. But there he was, putting the play in motion, and man, he didn't have to wink twice. I smiled and said, ?Sure thing!? then jumped off the liftgate and headed for my new front door. I heard her coming after me but I couldn't believe it. Maybe it just sounded like she was chasing me; maybe she was really going the other way. But before I got up the nerve to look, she blasted right past me, grabbing my arm and yanking me along. This was too much. I planted myself and was about to tell her to get lostwhen the weirdest thing happened. I was making this big windmill motion to breakaway from her, but somehow on the downswing my hand wound up tangling into hers.I couldn't believe it. There I was, holding the mud monkey's hand! I tried tofreely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest˽Υݩ`ĥ`ĤϡΤȡ줿Τ狼ޤLϤʤBϤޤեȥåˤäȎƤޤʤ餽ΕrڴƤޤǤ《艾伦图灵传》第1章10:印度公务员新冠疫情动图
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