Our mostly-weekly survey of the books that cross The Nine-Year-Old’s desk. This week, Mommyo learns that Jo Nesbo, a mystery writer she’s been meaning to read for a while, also writes books for kids, and The Nine-Year-Old continues to gear up to read Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
This week’s books:
Doctor Proctor’s Fart Powder by Jo Nesbo
What the book’s about (according to The Nine-Year-Old): “There are two kinds of powder — one that makes you fart, but doesn’t smell. That’s the regular fart powder. The other propels you into outer space with the force of the fart, but it doesn’t smell either. But you can get stuck in trees.”
What The Nine-Year-Old liked about the book: “The main characters are loveable and the doctor’s hilarious.”
El Deafo by Cece Bell
Why The Nine-Year-Old thinks you should read it: “This is a cool story of a girl overcoming being deaf. I learned to never give up.”
The Nine-Year-Old’s favorite part of the book: “The main character has a giant hearing aid called the phonic ear. It has a part that lets her hear a teacher on the other side of town.”
Quiddith Through the Ages by J.K. Rowling (writing as Kennilworthy Whisp)
What the book’s about: The second of the three-volume reference set J.K. Rowling wrote as a fundraiser for Comic Relief, Quiddith Through the Ages purports to be a comprehensive history of the sport of Quiddith. Rowling originally released it in an off-year for Harry Potter books back in the day, and that’s exactly how my daughter is using it. She’s not quite ready to tackle Book 3 yet, so is reading these reference texts while she waits (The Tales of Beedle the Bard will probably be on next week’s list).
Why The Nine-Year-Old enjoyed reading it: “It has some really funny stuff like how somebody freed a golden snidget, the bird predecessor of the gold snitch, and also that there might be a wild snitch. I just can’t believe how much Quiddith has changed from a thousand years ago to now. They don’t use birds anymore, and the ball has really evolved. The game was first just about goal scoring, where they tried to stick a leather ball into a bunch of trees. Then they had rocky predecessor bludgeons whizzing around for a really long time, until a mean chief warlock guy named Bragge released a golden snitch and they were already endangered. Luckily someone rescued that snitch with a get-over-here-now charm and released it. Bragge was really mad. So then they turned a golden ball into a snitch.”
Have you or your Caterpickle read any of these books? What did you think of them?
Someone is still sulking about having to go to the vet this morning. Notice the bared claws. “Don’t even think about getting any closer, Cat Mom.”
Can you imagine how irked he’d be if he’d actually had to get a shot? The worst thing that happened to him was that the vet said he was a bit plump around the ribs, and we needed to cut back on the free feeding a bit.
We’ve all been there, dude. Well, maybe not The Nine-Year-Old.