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This sweet, funny novel follows fifth-grader Genie Kunkle through a tumultuous year. From the first day of school, Genie knows there will be good, bad, and in-between. The good? Shes in homeroom with her best friend, Sarah. The bad? Sarahs friend from camp, Blair, is a new student at their school, and is itching to take Genies place as Sarahs BFF. The in-between? Genie is excited to be elected to write her classs blog, where shes tasked with tracking the wishes and dreams of her class. But expressing her opinion in public can be scaryespecially when her opinion might make the rest of her class upset. Elisabeth Dahl authentically captures the ups and downs of a tween girls life, and the dramasboth little and bigthat fill the scary transition between childhood and adolescence. Praise for Genie Wishes "Girls should identify and mothers should approve of this gentle tale of growing up." Kirkus Reviews "Upbeat slice-of-life novel." Publishers Weekly "Heres to reading about Genies sixth-grade year soon." Booklist "The author has a keen eye for the tween girl experience: Genies plans for the future involve living right by her best friend and working together as dolphin trainers, while the highlight of her summer is the fact that her other friend just joined the pool. This will no doubt resonate with tween girls, and it has the charm and the discussion fodder to make an excellent mother-daughter book club selection." Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

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Publié par	ABRAMS BOOKS
Date de parution	02 avril 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781613124611
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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HEN THE SCHOOL YEAR begins, she s elected class blogger, and it s her job to record her class s wishes, hopes, and dreams. But Genie has never been the center of attention, and she struggles to find her voice. What should she write about? Her best friend, Sarah, who s spending more and more time with the boy-crazy new girl? What about the bras, deodorants, shaved legs, and makeup that seem to be all anyone can think about? Then there s her widower father s new adventures in dating, and her older brother s surly new attitude
As Genie writes the blog entries, she starts to figure out the types of things she wants to express, and her own wishes, hopes, and dreams become clearer with every day.

PUBLISHER S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Dahl, Elisabeth, 1969- Genie wishes / by Elisabeth Dahl. pages cm Summary: Follows fifth-grader Genie Kunkle through a tumultuous year at Hopkins Country Day School, as a new girl tries to take Genie s place as Sarah s best friend, and Genie learns that expressing her opinion in public can be scary when she is elected class blogger. ISBN 978-1-4197-0526-7 (alk. paper) [1. Schools-Fiction. 2. Best friends-Fiction. 3. Friendship-Fiction. 4. Blogs-Fiction. 5. Baltimore (Md.)-Fiction.] I. Title. PZ7.D15116Ge 2013 [Fic]-dc23 2012033161
Text and illustrations copyright 2013 Elisabeth Dahl Book design by Sara Corbett
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Contents
CHAPTER 1 Class List
CHAPTER 2 Election
CHAPTER 3 Comments
CHAPTER 4 Slumber Party
CHAPTER 5 Row Houses
CHAPTER 6 Halloween
CHAPTER 7 Dream Journals
CHAPTER 8 Family Day
CHAPTER 9 Beating Heart
CHAPTER 10 Field Trip
CHAPTER 11 Wrap Party
CHAPTER 12 Secret Friend
CHAPTER 13 Christmas
CHAPTER 14 Resolutions
CHAPTER 15 Health Class
CHAPTER 16 The Rapids
CHAPTER 17 Pip
CHAPTER 18 Spirit Day of Service
CHAPTER 19 Fortune Cookie
CHAPTER 20 Cul-de-Sac
CHAPTER 21 Wizards and Eagles
CHAPTER 22 Valentine s Day
CHAPTER 23 Ragged Claws
CHAPTER 24 Spring Break
CHAPTER 25 I ve Grouped You in Pairs
CHAPTER 26 Azalea Days
CHAPTER 27 Eleven Candles
CHAPTER 28 Aquarium Costume
CHAPTER 29 Sky-Blue Snowballs
CHAPTER 30 Rehearsals
CHAPTER 31 Shipley Bowl
CHAPTER 32 Night Swimming
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
n the last day of summer break, as I darted into the kitchen for another cherry Twin Pop, I spotted the yellow envelope from school on the counter. I grabbed the Twin Pop and the envelope and ran back outside to Sarah, who was jumping back and forth over the spouting-whale sprinkler. I broke the Twin Pop in two with a thwack and handed her half, then ripped into the envelope and pulled out the new class list.
Sarah stood behind me, her chin resting on my shoulder. We re in the same homeroom! she squealed.
Look, I said, pointing to a name I d never seen before. Blair Annabelle Lea. We hadn t had a new classmate since second grade. Her name sounded like something out of Gone with the Wind , a movie I d just watched with my grandmother.

Oh my gosh, I totally forgot to tell you she was coming to HCD! She went to my camp, Sarah said. She s the one who made me this bracelet. She pointed to the braided leather bracelet on her wrist, the thickest of the friendship bracelets she d returned from camp with a couple of weeks earlier. She s so cool. I told her all about you.
A water droplet fell from my hair to the paper, landing on Blair s name, where it wiggled and shimmered in the sunlight.

The next morning, fifteen fifth graders-exactly half the class-started piling into each of the two fifth-grade classrooms, which sat like anchors at the end of a long hallway. The fifth-grade classrooms were big, with windows facing two directions and desks with padded seats.
Sarah and I met in the hallway by our new lockers, then walked together into Mr. Sayler s room. Blair s coming late, Sarah said. They just moved here from DC. It s totally complicated .
Complicated? That didn t sound like a Sarah word.
During third period we lined up by class on the auditorium s long wooden benches for the first-day assembly. Sarah and I sat next to each other, both wearing white running shoes with red details. Her shoelaces were a brighter white than mine, as always. Her mother had secret laundry tricks.
Once all the classes were seated, Mr. Frazier, the music teacher, launched into We re All Together Again on the piano. As fifth graders-the seniors of the lower school-we knew to sing out very loudly during this song, just a notch below what Mr. Frazier would call obnoxious . It was what fifth graders always did on the first day of school.
Is the fifth grade here? Mr. Frazier sang.
We re here! We re here!
Is the fifth grade here?
WE RE HERE! WE RE HERE!
Mr. Graham, the Hopkins Country Day headmaster, walked onto the stage, and we quieted down. Welcome, everyone, to another great year at HCD, he said.
Just then, a single pair of heels clicked across the back of the auditorium s wooden floor. We all turned around to see a girl standing at the top of the center aisle. She had long white-blond hair, shoes with little heels, and a hot-pink tote bag that said BOYZZZZ!
That s Blair! Sarah whispered loudly.

At lunch, Blair sat with Sarah, Rebecca, and me. Rebecca s tray had two fish sandwiches, bean soup, a banana, two milks, and a chocolate chip cookie. Blair s had an orange and a packet of saltines. Sarah s and mine were somewhere in the middle.
Are you ten or eleven? Rebecca asked Blair.
Eleven, Blair said, jiggling her knee under the table. I turned eleven at camp this summer. Oh my God, Sare, I forgot to tell you. Ethan totally texted me.
Oh my God! Sarah said.
You have a phone? Rebecca asked.
Of course, Blair said.
My parents say it s unnecessary, Rebecca said.
Sare, you have one, right? Blair asked.
I wish.
Jennie?
It s Genie, I said. No, I don t. Had Sarah really told her about me? She didn t even know my name.
The more Blair jiggled her leg, the more the milk in my carton swished around stormily.
We have e-mail, Rebecca said.
E-mail s, like, so three years ago, Blair said.
I m begging my mom to give me her old iPhone, Sarah said. Maybe for Christmas.
If you do get a phone, you-know-who is going to text you, said Blair.
Wes? Sarah asked.
Duh!
No way.
You have to check the Seawind Web site. Someone posted a photo of you at the talent show and Wes wrote prettiest camper in the comments.
He did not! Sarah squealed.
It didn t seem like the time to mention that I d learned to do a flip off the diving board this summer. Rebecca wasn t volunteering any more information either.

The school assigned lockers alphabetically, and Blair s was next to mine. Mr. Sayler, our homeroom teacher, had printed out each of our names in this fancy cursive font and taped them just above the locker vents. At the end of the first day, as we packed up our bags in the hallway, Blair looked at the name label on my locker. Genie Haddock Kunkle, she said. Isn t haddock the name of a fish? Are your parents, like, fishermen or something?
It was my mother s last name.
Oh, she said.
My dad s an artist. He teaches art classes at MAC. Maryland Art College.
Oh, she said.
I d never liked Haddock Kunkle much myself. It sounded like the name of some weird instrument you d only see in music class. (As in, Genie, it s your turn to play the haddock kunkle now! ) But I d never thought about the fish part until this moment, as I watched Blair saunter off down the hall in her pointy little heels.
n the second day of school, Mr. Sayler announced that HCD was starting a new program: class blogs on the school Web site. He passed around a sign-up sheet and asked students to write down their names if they were interested in serving as the fifth grade s class blogger.
Rebecca raised her skinny arm as high as it would go, and Mr. Sayler called on her. I don t really get it, she said, scrunching up her face.
Have you guys read blogs before? Mr. Sayler asked. The ones some teachers have on the HCD Web site, for instance? Raise your hand if you ve ever read a blog. Most people raised their hands.
The only blog I d ever read was my grandmother s. She was the school librarian, so she posted Dewey decimal quizzes, pictures of new books they d gotten in the library, authors photos-stuff like that.
But what would the blogger actually do? Rebecca asked.
Once every week or so, the class blogger would write a post about something that the class has been doing or saying or thinking about. The theme for all the classes blogs this year is Wishes, Hopes, and Dreams.
A few people groaned.
What? Mr. Sayler said. He leaned against his desk, knocking over his jar of pens and pencils by mistake. One time I d heard my grandmother tell my dad that Mr. Sayler was a hippy man. At first I thought she meant he was a hippie, and I wasn t sure why, because he didn t have long hair, and he seemed to dress like all the other teachers. Later I re