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THE PAIN AND the Great One hardly agree on anything. But deep down, they know they can count on each other, especially at school, where it often takes two to figure things out. Like when that first baby tooth falls out on the school bus. Or when an unwanted visitor on Bring Your Pet to School Day needs to be caught. Or worst of all, when a scary bully says you’re burnt toast. On days like these it can feel good not to go it alone. (And don’t forget Fluzzy the cat, who knows a thing or two himself.)
Blume certainly knows her way around this age group. She knows that calling somebody a baby is such a powerful weapon that it needs to be rationed and that a substitute teacher can release the anarchic impulse in even the best-behaved soul…James Stevenson's pen and wash drawings also provide balance, along with warmth and personality; a few strokes and we can reliably distinguish between all four Emmas at Abigail's school. One squiggly smile line and we share Jake's pleasure in chewing on his toy elephant's ear. Stevenson also draws the best noses since William Steig.
More Reviews and RecommendationsA pioneer of books for young adults and the author of classics such as Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret, the Fudge series, and many others, Judy Blume has always had the uncanny ability to capture the embarrassments and worries of growing up, striking comforting chords with readers of all ages.
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Shawna- A First Grade Teacher
Shawna Hamilton, a First Grade Teacher, 05/19/2008
I would definitely recommend this book as a wonderful read. My students that have younger siblings or older siblings would really like this book and be able to relate to Jake 'The Pain' or Abigail 'The Great'. As a teacher it is going to go on my Read Aloud list for next year!
Also recommended: Anything Judy Blume! My personal favorites are Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing and Superfudge.

Name:
Judy Blume
Current Home:
New York's Upper East Side, Key West, and Martha's Vineyard
Date of Birth:
February 12, 1938
Place of Birth:
Elizabeth, New Jersey
Education:
B.S. in education, New York University, 1961
Awards:
Margaret A. Edwards Award for Lifetime Achievement from the American Library Association, 1996
Before Judy Blume, there may have been a handful of books that spoke to issues teens could identify with; but very few were getting down to nitty-gritty stuff like menstruation, masturbation, parents divorcing, being half-Jewish, or deciding to have sex. Now, these were some issues that adolescents could dig into, and Blume’s ability to address them realistically and responsibly has made her one of the most popular – and most banned – authors for young adults.
Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret, published in 1970, was Blume’s third book and the one that established her fan base. Drawing on some of the same things she faced as a sixth grader growing up in Elizabeth, New Jersey, Blume created a sympathetic, first-person portrait of a girl whose family moves to the suburbs as she struggles with puberty and religion. In subsequent classics such as Then Again, Maybe I Won’t, Deenie, Blubber, and Tiger Eyes, Blume wrote about the pain of being different, falling in love, and figuring out one's identity. Usually written in a confessional/diary style, Blume’s books feel like letters from friends who just happen to be going through a very interesting version of the same tortures suffered by their audience.
Blume has also accumulated a great following among the 12-and-under set with her Fudge series, centering on the lives of preteen Peter Hatcher and his hilariously troublesome younger brother, Farley (a.k.a. Fudge). Blume’s books in this category are particularly adept at portraying the travails of siblings, making both sides sympathetic. Her 2002 entry, Double Fudge, takes a somewhat surreal turn, providing the Hatchers with a doppelganger of Fudge when they meet some distant relatives on a trip.
Blume has also had success writing for adults, again applying her ability to turn some of her own sensations into compelling stories. Wifey in 1978 was the raunchy chronicle of a bored suburban housewife’s infidelities, both real and imagined. She followed this up five years later with Smart Women, a novel about friendship between two divorced women living in Colorado; and 1998’s Summer Sisters, also about two female friends.
Blume has said she continually struggles with her writing, often sure that each book will be the last, that she’ll never get another idea. She keeps proving herself wrong with more than 20 books to her credit; hopefully she will continue to do so.
Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing was inspired by an article given to Blume by her babysitter about a toddler who swallowed a small pet turtle. She wrote a picture book introducing Fudge (based on her own then-toddler son), the turtle, and older brother Peter; but it was rejected. A few years later, E. P. Dutton editor Ann Durell suggested that Blume turn the story into a longer book about the Hatcher family. Blume did, and the Fudge legacy was born.
Blume is not an author without conflict about her station in life. She says on her web site that, as part of her "fantasy about having a regular job," she has a morning routine that involves getting fully dressed and starting at 9 a.m. She has also getting out of writing altogether."After I had written more than ten books I thought seriously about quitting," she writes. "I felt I couldn't take the loneliness anymore. I thought I would rather be anything but a writer. But I've finally come to appreciate the freedom of writing. I accept the fact that it's hard and solitary work."
Blume's book about divorce, It's Not the End of the World, proved ultimately to be closer to her own experience than she originally imagined. Her own marriage was in trouble at the time, but she couldn't quite face it. "In the hope that it would get better I dedicated this book to my husband," she writes in an essay. "But a few years later, we, too, divorced. It was hard on all of us, more painful than I could have imagined, but somehow we muddled through and it wasn't the end of any of our worlds, though on some days it might have felt like it."
Her most autobiographical book is Starring Sally J. Friedman as Herself, says Blume. "Sally is the kind of kid I was at ten," Blume says on her web site.
Blume keeps setting Fudge aside, readers keep bringing him back. The sequel Superfudge was written after tons of fans wrote in asking for more of Farley Hatcher; again more begging led to Fudge-a-Mania ten years later. Blume planned never to write about Fudge again, but grandson Elliott was a persistent pesterer (just like Fudge), and got his way with 2002's Double Fudge.
When Judy Blume wrote Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, her first book in the Fudge series, in 1972, she was a 34-year-old fledgling author with two young children. Thirty years later, Fudge, the tempestuous toddler based on Blume's son, is only a couple of years older -- while Blume is a grandmother with a household name. This time around, Blume says, she wrote about Fudge for her daughter's 10-year-old son, Elliot, who has been begging her for another Fudge book since he was seven. She made him work for Double Fudge by taking him to the National Zoo in Washington, D.C. There, they were initiated into the unofficial Panda Poop Club, which entails holding and sniffing the poop of a genuine panda. "It was so totally pleasant," she says. "It just looked like a poop, but it smells like grass."
Of course, this is necessary research -- Double Fudge includes a panda poop scene -- for an author who has always displayed a knack for knowing exactly what kids are interested in. (The new book has a couple of other scenes that play to a toddler's affection for discussing bathroom habits. "They love it!" she says.)
Anyone who has ever read anything by Blume -- including Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret; Forever; Blubber; and Deenie -- knows she doesn't shy away from topics that make most adults uncomfortable. It's not that she goes for shock value; she just writes the truth about taboo subjects. She's written about menstruation, masturbation and teenage sex. She's fought censorship along the way, but the truth has paid off: Blume's books have sold more than 75 million copies and have been translated into more than 20 languages.
Born and raised in Elizabeth, New Jersey, Judy Sussman attended New York University, where she earned a degree in education and married a young lawyer, John Blume, her junior year. Soon thereafter, she had two children: a girl, Randy, in 1961, and a boy, Larry, in 1964. After enrolling in a writing class at NYU, the then-housewife wrote a few magazine articles before publishing her first book, The One in the Middle Is the Green Kangaroo, in 1969. Although she wrote an edgy teen book dealing with racism in 1970 (Iggie's House), it wasn't until the publication of Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret later that year that her name began to register among readers and critics. "I think that's the one that made me think I really am a writer," she says. Although that book, about a girl's struggle with puberty, has become something of a bible for girls, Blume says she never meant for it to be anything but a fictional chronicle of her own experiences. "I was really writing about the kind of kid I was in sixth grade, the late developer."
Over the years, Blume published many more books for children and teens, as well as several for adults. Three years after she divorced her husband in 1975, she wrote her first adult book, Wifey, about a frustrated young housewife. (In 1987 she got remarried to George Cooper, a nonfiction writer.) In 1998 she published Summer Sisters, a novel about a long-standing friendship between childhood friends. Soon after she told Cooper that Summer Sisters would "be the end of a wonderful career," the book shot to the top of bestseller lists.
In her lush Upper East Side penthouse (her third home in addition to ones in Key West and Martha's Vineyard), the lithe Blume talks about her upcoming Fudge tour. She says her publicist asked her to send a video of herself to the bookstores. "And I said, 'What -- to show them I'm still living? So people won't recoil in horror from looking at me?' Please. It's so weird, this age thing," she says. "You can write until you drop." She's not sure she will, though.
"I always say every book is my last. It's like having a baby," Blume says. "But two years later, you're thinking, 'I can do this again.' "
THE PAIN AND the Great One hardly agree on anything. But deep down, they know they can count on each other, especially at school, where it often takes two to figure things out. Like when that first baby tooth falls out on the school bus. Or when an unwanted visitor on Bring Your Pet to School Day needs to be caught. Or worst of all, when a scary bully says you’re burnt toast. On days like these it can feel good not to go it alone. (And don’t forget Fluzzy the cat, who knows a thing or two himself.)
Blume certainly knows her way around this age group. She knows that calling somebody a baby is such a powerful weapon that it needs to be rationed and that a substitute teacher can release the anarchic impulse in even the best-behaved soul…James Stevenson's pen and wash drawings also provide balance, along with warmth and personality; a few strokes and we can reliably distinguish between all four Emmas at Abigail's school. One squiggly smile line and we share Jake's pleasure in chewing on his toy elephant's ear. Stevenson also draws the best noses since William Steig.
Gr 1-3- In the third easy chapter book about the Pain (first-grader Jake) and the Great One (third-grader Abigail), Blume relates several common childhood concerns. Each chapter begins with an illustration to let readers know which sibling is narrating. The Great One tells about her brother losing a tooth and her phase of wanting to be known as Violet Rose. Jake explains what happened the day he was a waiter when the first graders opened the "Breakfast Club" in their classroom and about the time a student took her dog to school and it ran off with Jake's stuffed elephant. The two siblings squabble but it is normal, harmless teasing, and when the chips are down they band together, as in the chapter about their run-in with the school bully. The family cat, Fluzzy, ends the book with a brief chapter of how he also would like a new name. Stevenson's trademark ink sketches add interest and humor to the stories. No new ground is broken here, but the topics are those to which early-elementary graders can relate.-Maryann H. Owen, Racine Public Library, WI
Jake and Abigail, Blume's ever-sparring siblings, return with six new stories filled with laughter, provocation and, most of all, affectionate loyalty. First-grader Jake's pressing issues include the loss of his first tooth, a fifth-grade bully and the near-demise of his bedtime stuffed elephant, always marked by an eagerness to appear all-knowing and grown-up. Third-grader Abigail, continually vexed by her brother, has concerns of her own: chasing boys and choosing an alternate name for herself. Blume is a master at mixing amusing and even outrageous twists into her depictions of everyday sibling and school matters, such as a real dog running wild through school on Bring Your (pretend) Pet Day. Each vignette will have readers and listeners predicting, groaning or chuckling as events unfold. Stevenson's lively black-and-white cartoon art enhance the short chapters, which epitomize the best in sibling relationships. For cat lovers who are wondering what Fluzzy is thinking, a seventh chapter tells all. (Fiction. 6-8)
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Shawna Hamilton, a First Grade Teacher, 05/19/2008
I would definitely recommend this book as a wonderful read. My students that have younger siblings or older siblings would really like this book and be able to relate to Jake 'The Pain' or Abigail 'The Great'. As a teacher it is going to go on my Read Aloud list for next year!
Also recommended: Anything Judy Blume! My personal favorites are Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing and Superfudge.
The Pain has a loose tooth. He wiggles it all day long. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. You’d think it was the first loose tooth in the history of the world.
Today at the school bus stop he opened his mouth. “Look at this!” he called proudly. The tooth was hanging by a thread. I could have reminded him that by the time I was in first grade I’d already lost three teeth. But I didn’t. Instead, when we got on the school bus, I offered to finish the job for him. But he shut his mouth and shook his head.
“Okay . . . fine,” I told him. “But don’t come crying to me if you swallow it.”
Just as the bus pulled up to school, the Pain yelled, “Look . . . it fell out!” And he held up his tooth. Everyone cheered.
When we got off the bus, he tried to give it to me. “I don’t want your yucky tooth,” I told him.
“But I’ll lose it,” he cried.
“Not if you’re careful.”
“But I lose everything.”
“Too bad.”
“I’ll give you half of whatever the Tooth Fairy brings,” he said.
Hmmm . . . half of whatever the Tooth Fairy brings, I thought. Since it’s his first tooth, that could mean more loot than usual.
“Come on, Abigail . . .” the Pain said, shoving his tooth in my face.
“We split it fifty-fifty?” I asked.
“Is that half?”
“Yes,” I told him. “Exactly half.”
“Okay,” he said. “Deal.” We shook on it. Then I took his tooth. The Pain gave me a silly smile.He looked like a minidragon with that gap between his teeth. As soon as he walked away, I started to worry. What if I lose his tooth? Think how disappointed he’ll be.
All day at school I worried. During recess I wanted to jump rope with Kaylee. But I was too scared I’d lose the tooth. Kaylee told me to put it in my pocket.
“What if it falls out?” I asked.
“Give it to me,” she said. “I’ll hold it while you jump.”
In art class I drew pictures of teeth. At lunch I kept the tooth next to my sandwich as if it was a piece of candy. During science I checked it under the microscope. Ms. Valdez was impressed. She thought it was my tooth.
“It’s my brother’s,” I explained. “His first. And I’m responsible for it.” Ms. Valdez gave me an envelope. “Put it in here,” she said. I dropped the tooth inside. Ms. Valdez licked the flap and pressed it closed. Then I wrote on the front: The Pain’s Tooth. Handle With Care.
Finally, the school day ended. It was the longest school day in the history of the world. On the bus going home the Pain asked to have his tooth back. I was so glad to give him the envelope. Now my worries were over.
That night, after his bath, the Pain couldn’t find his tooth. He still had the envelope but it was empty. “I took care of your tooth all day at school!” I shouted. “I didn’t let it out of my sight for one minute. And
now look–you lose everything!” “I told you, didn’t I?”
So we started looking. We looked everywhere. In his pockets. In his underwear. In his lunch box. Even in his ears, just in case. But there was no tooth. “Why did you open the envelope?” I asked. “Because Dylan wanted to see my tooth up close.”
“Well, maybe Dylan has your tooth,” I said.
“No, because he passed it to Justin.”
“Okay, let’s call Justin and see if he has it.”
“But after Justin I let Miranda hold it,” he told me. “And then Riley wanted to smell it.
“And Kamu–”
“Stop!” I shouted, covering my ears. So he stopped.
“What’ll I put under my pillow?” he asked in a small voice. Any second now he was going to cry.
“A note to the Tooth Fairy,” I told him.
“Will she understand?”
“Maybe. But it will have to be a very good note.”
“You write it,” he said.
“Write it yourself. It’s not my problem.”
“Please,” he begged. “I’m only in first grade.”
Suddenly, I remembered that I get half of whatever he gets. “Okay, I’ll write it.”
“Make it good,” he said. So I wrote to the Tooth Fairy. I told her how the Greatest Sister in the History of the World watched over the Pain’s tooth all day. I told her if she didn’t believe the note she should look inside his mouth.
“Should I sleep with my mouth open so the Tooth Fairy can see?” the Pain asked.
“No,” I said. “The Tooth Fairy has X-ray vision.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know everything.” I gave him one of my best looks. It’s so easy to make him believe me. Then I shoved the note at him. “Sign your name.”
“Not until you take out that line about the greatest sister in the history of the world.”
“But I am the greatest sister in the history of the world.”
“Who says?” he asked.
“Who says I’m not?”
“Abigail . . . Jake . . .” Mom called. “Time for bed.”
The Pain printed his name on the bottom of the note. He put it under his pillow. Fluzzy jumped onto his bed and curled up in a ball.
“Keep a lookout for the Tooth Fairy,” I told Fluzzy.
Fluzzy yawned. What does he care about Tooth Fairies?
In the morning the note to the Tooth Fairy was gone and the Pain found a new dollar bill under his pillow. I was hoping for more, but a deal’s a deal. So I reminded him, “Fifty-fifty.”
He grabbed a pair of scissors, and before I could stop him he cut the dollar bill down the middle.
“Fifty-fifty,” he sang, handing me half.
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