Eleanor Roosevelt's in My Garage!

Informationen zum Autor Candace Fleming; illustrated by Mark Fearing Klappentext In this hilarious follow-up to BEN FRANKLIN'S IN MY BATHROOM!, history and hijinks collide once more when Eleanor Roosevelt accidentally time travels to a ten-year-old's home in 21st-century America! When Eleanor Roosevelt time travels to Nolan and Olive's house in modern-day Illinois, the kids don't know who she is at first. After all, she's old and wearing a hairnet. But the First Lady of the United States--some 80 years ago, that is-- isn't a mystery for long when she starts spouting things like "You must do the things you think you cannot do." Fresh off a visit from Ben Franklin, Nolan and Olive know what they're in for with this latest guest: an adventure. From drawing on ideals of civil protest to save the town park, to (almost) doing a loop-de-loop in a single-engine plane, to avoiding that know-it-all snoop Tommy Tuttle, there's one laugh after the next in this second book in the History Pals series. Fun back matter expands the story and unpacks the amazing life of Eleanor Roosevelt. I groaned at the picture. Why, oh why, had Mom sent my little sister to technology day camp? Seriously. Second graders should not be allowed to text. It's just annoying. I tapped out a reply to tell her to stop. Believe it or not, she did. My phone went quiet. Too bad it was the only thing that got quiet. FD? shouted the woman in my closet. She pounded on the door. This is outrageous. I insist you let me out this instant! Just so you know, I am not FD. And I was pretty sure I'd never met FD. In fact, I was pretty sure I'd never met the woman in my closet, either, except in the pages of some boring social studies book, or in a musty history museum, or maybe during one of my teacher Mr. Druff's long, snore-fest lectures about the incredible story that is America's past. He actually said that. He made us write it down in our social studies notebooks too. FD, are you still pouting about your speech to Congress? the woman called out. Truly, darling, no one noticed your zipper was down. I knew I had to open the door. I also knew that the second I did, things were going to get way out of control. I am not exaggerating. I'd experienced this blast from the past once before, and I needed just a few more minutes to brace myself. I mean, it wasn't like I'd been expecting any .?.?. um .?.?. visitors today. An hour earlier, my day had been pretty normal. I'd been lying on the family-room sofa reading another graphic novel--this one about an alien kid who crashed on Earth--while my irritating little sister, Olive, danced around the house in her brand-new mermaid Princess Aquamarina bathing suit. She was singing at the top of her lungs too. Party, party, par-TAY! party, party, par-TAY! At first, I'd tried to ignore her by burying my nose deeper in my book. I do both these things a lot--ignore my sister and read graphic novels. I love graphic novels. I do not love Olive when she's being annoying. And boy, was she annoying. I knew she was really excited about the swimming party Mom was throwing for her eighth birthday that day. But geez, did she have to be such a pest? Knock it off, I'd growled. Olive scrunched her face at me. Party party poop-ER! Party party poop-ER! I slammed my book shut and stomped up to my room. Of course, she followed. Come on, Nolan. We're going to be late to my party. I'm ready, already, I grumbled. Just as I was putting on my shoes .?.?. POP! A bright light shot out from under my closet door. It grew white .?.?. whiter .?.?. crystal white. From deep within came the sounds of static and faint voices. A second later, my bedroom filled with the sou...

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Candace Fleming; illustrated by Mark Fearing

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In this hilarious follow-up to BEN FRANKLIN'S IN MY BATHROOM!, history and hijinks collide once more when Eleanor Roosevelt accidentally time travels to a ten-year-old's home in 21st-century America!

When Eleanor Roosevelt time travels to Nolan and Olive's house in modern-day Illinois, the kids don't know who she is at first. After all, she's old and wearing a hairnet. But the First Lady of the United States--some 80 years ago, that is-- isn't a mystery for long when she starts spouting things like "You must do the things you think you cannot do." Fresh off a visit from Ben Franklin, Nolan and Olive know what they're in for with this latest guest: an adventure. From drawing on ideals of civil protest to save the town park, to (almost) doing a loop-de-loop in a single-engine plane, to avoiding that know-it-all snoop Tommy Tuttle, there's one laugh after the next in this second book in the History Pals series. Fun back matter expands the story and unpacks the amazing life of Eleanor Roosevelt.

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I groaned at the picture. Why, oh why, had Mom sent my little sister to technology day camp? Seriously. Second graders should not be allowed to text. It’s just annoying. I tapped out a reply to tell her to stop.

 

Believe it or not, she did.

 

My phone went quiet.

 

Too bad it was the only thing that got quiet. “FD?” shouted the woman in my closet. She pounded on the door. “This is outrageous. I insist you let me out this instant!”

 

Just so you know, I am not FD. And I was pretty sure I’d never met FD. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d never met the woman in my closet, either, except in the pages of some boring social studies book, or in a musty history museum, or maybe during one of my teacher Mr. Druff’s long, snore-fest lectures about “the incredible story that is America’s past.” He actually said that. He made us write it down in our social studies notebooks too.

 

“FD, are you still pouting about your speech to Congress?” the woman called out. “Truly, darling, no one noticed your zipper was down.”

 

I knew I had to open the door. I also knew that the second I did, things were going to get way out of control. I am not exaggerating. I’d experienced this blast from the past once before, and I needed just a few more minutes to brace myself. I mean, it wasn’t like I’d been expecting any . . . um . . . visitors today.

 

An hour earlier, my day had been pretty normal. I’d been lying on the family-room sofa reading another graphic novel--this one about an alien kid who crashed on Earth--while my irritating little sister, Olive, danced around the house in her brand-new mermaid Princess Aquamarina bathing suit. She was singing at the top of her lungs too. “Party, party, par-TAY! party, party, par-TAY!”

 

At first, I’d tried to ignore her by burying my nose deeper in my book. I do both these things a lot--ignore my sister and read graphic novels.

 

I love graphic novels.

 

I do not love Olive when she’s being annoying.

 

And boy, was she annoying. I knew she was really excited about the swimming party Mom was throwing for her eighth birthday that day. But geez, did she have to be such a pest?

 

“Knock it off,” I’d growled.

 

Olive scrunched her face at me. “Party party poop-ER! Party party poop-ER!”

 

I slammed my book shut and stomped up to my room.

 

Of course, she followed. “Come on, Nolan. We’re going to be late to my party.”

 

“I’m ready, already,” I grumbled.

 

Just as I was putting on my shoes . . .

 

POP! A bright light shot out from under my closet door. It grew white . . . whiter . . . crystal white. From deep within came the sounds of static and faint voices. A second later, my bedroom filled with the sound of a gazillion bubbles popping all at once. Then .&#…