Third Grade Angels
Brand: SCDQ9
Categories: Books, Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life


Arthur A Levine Books

Grade level: 2 - 5
Dimensions: 5.25 x 0.5 x 7.5 inches
Reading age: 8 - 9 years, from customers
ISBN-13: 978-0545500753
ISBN-10: 0545387736
Publisher: Arthur A. Levine Books
Print length: 160 pages
Publication date: July 29, 2014
Lexile measure: 390L
Language: English
subtitle: Paperback – July 29, 2014
author: Visit Amazon's Jerry Spinelli Page search results Jerry Spinelli Jennifer A. Bell
review: Editorial Reviews Review Praise for THIRD GRADE ANGELS:"Spinelli doesn't miss a beat in recreating the characters from [Fourth Grade Rats]... Sweet and funny." -- KIRKUS REVIEWS"Third-graders are notoriously competitive, and Spinelli has his finger on the pulse of that age group. Suds's first-person account rings true." -- HORN BOOK"This beginning chapter book moves at an enjoyably brisk pace; readers will appreciate the familiar school and home settings, and they'll look forward to meeting the characters again in a forthcoming book. A story kids will relate to, with valuable, down-to-earth messages about character and motives." -- SCHOOL LIBRARY JOURNAL About the Author Jerry Spinelli won the Newbery Medal in 1991 for Maniac Magee, one of his more than 25 acclaimed books for young readers. He now lives in West Chester, Pennsylvania, with his wife, Eileen Spinelli, who is also an author of children's books. Jennifer A. Bell has illustrated almost a dozen children's books, including Little Dog, Lost , When Dad Says "I Love You" , and the Stella Batts series. Her work has also appeared in magazines and on greeting cards. She lives with her husband and son in Toronto, Ontario. Visit her online at www.jenniferabell.com. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. from THIRD GRADE ANGELS:It was a warm and sunny day, but really windy. Swings were flapping even when nobody sat on them. Basketball shots were curving. Besides the wind, everything was going along pretty normal until a yellow baseball cap came flying onto the playground. On the other side of the fence a lady in a sweat suit was stopped, jogging in place. She was pointing to her hat, which had blown off and landed among a bunch of us third-graders. For a second nobody moved. And then it hit all of us at once: Good deed! About ten of us pounced on the hat. There were so many hands the best I could do was grab somebody's wrist. We were wrenching and pulling and twisting ten different ways.“I got it!”“I got it!”“Let go!”“I was first!”“I was first!”“Oww!”Suddenly we all snapped apart like a broken wishbone. Eddie Shank was holding the rim of the cap. Diana Briggs was holding the rest. Somebody said, “Uh-oh.” Read more