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Pearl's older sister, Lexie, is in eighth grade and has a boyfriend. Pearl's only boyfriend is the family's crabby cat, Bitey. Lexie is popular. Pearl is not, mostly because of the embarrassing Three Bad Things that happened in school and which no one has forgotten. Everything Pearl does seems to drive Lexie crazy. On top of that, their grandfather is moving into their family's apartment and taking over Pearl's room. How will these sisters share without driving each other crazy?
Pearl is good at making lists of rules, but sometimes, life doesn't play by the rules!
- Sales Rank: #252698 in Books
- Brand: Square Fish
- Model: FBA-|287555
- Published on: 2012-09-04
- Released on: 2012-09-04
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 7.69" h x .68" w x 5.25" l, .45 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 256 pages
Review
“The imaginative, artistic Pearl is a likable character, and girls with sisters will easily recognize themselves in either Pearl or Lexie.” ―BCCB
“Ten Rules is a fun read with a relatable young narrator…” ―Shelf Awareness
“The book will undoubtedly appeal most to younger girls, and would make a delightful shared, read-aloud between parent and child, or grandparent and grandchild.” ―VOYA
“Martin's expertise at capturing a character's authentic voice brings a high level of depth and meaning to this work.” ―School Library Journal
“Ann M. Martin gives us the real deal in this easy-to-read, eventful novel.” ―ReadKiddoRead.com
“Martin, from her Baby-sitters Club days, knows all the ins and outs of Pearl's demographic, and the nine-year-old's travails will surely resonate with the intended audience.” ―The Horn Book
About the Author
Ann M. Martin is one of the most beloved and acclaimed authors publishing today. Her novel Everything for a Dog, also published by Feiwel and Friends, was named a Best Book of 2009 by both Kirkus Reviews and Book Page, and called "beautifully crafted" by Publishers Weekly in a starred review. Ann lives in upstate New York.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Ten Rules for Living with My Sister
1Half an hour ago my sister locked me out of her room. Then she opened her door long enough to hang this sign on it:Then she closed the door again. It was the sixth time Lexie had hung the NO PEARL sign this month.When I saw the sign, I went to my own room, put onmy pirate costume, and made a sign that said MY FEET SMELL. I hung it on Lexie's door underneath the NO PEARL sign and waited for my sister to come out.I had to wait a long time, and I got a little bored. This was nothing new. I never know what to do with myself. Which is one of the differences between Lexie and me. Here are some others:
First I waited for Lexie standing up. When my feet got tired, I sat down in the hallway. Bitey came along and crawled in my lap. Bitey's full name is Dr. Bitey McCrabby. He doesn't bite very often, and he's only crabby sometimes, which is why I let him be my boyfriend. I don't know where the doctor part of his name came from. A lot of things happened before I was born. One of them was naming Bitey. Lexie was three when she heard him meowing in the alley next to our apartment building. The vet figured Bitey was five months oldthen, which means he's ten now, which means I'm the youngest person in our family.Lexie suddenly opened the door to her room and found Bitey and me sitting in the hall. The moment she saw us, she crossed her arms. "Pearl," she said, "do you know why I hung the sign? It's because if you are going to come in my room, I insist that you wear clothes. No more underwear visits. And I have to invite you first."I shooed Bitey out of my lap, stood up, and removed my eye patch so I could see Lexie better. "How about if I wear my new underwear?" I asked. "It doesn't have any holes.""No.""What if you're in your underwear?""That will never happen."My sister has a lot of rules these days, and many of them involve privacy.Lexie turned around and noticed the MY FEET SMELL sign. She snorted, pulled it off of her door, walked down the hall, and stuck it on my door. Then she went back in her room and closed the door again. The NO PEARL sign was still hanging. I considered removing it, but the last time I did that, Lexie just made another one.I threw away the MY FEET SMELL sign and changed out of my pirate costume and into a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans.The doorbell rang, and I ran to answer it. No onewas in the hallway outside our apartment, which is #7F, which means it's the F apartment on the seventh floor."Justine!" I called. "I know you did that!"Justine peeked out from where she'd been hiding behind the door to the service elevator. There are two elevators in our building, the regular one, which is in the hall, and the service elevator, which is behind a door marked SERVICE and is for delivery people and people who are walking their dogs. Almost everybody in our building who has a dog forgets to take the dogs up and down in the service elevator. No one cares about this except for Mrs. Mott, who lives on the tenth floor and is crabby and hates children in addition to dogs.Justine was giggling. She jumped into the hall, letting the SERVICE door slam behind her. She plays this trick on me about 5x a week. It was funny the first 60x. Now it isn't so funny.Justine Lebarro is seven years old and my best friend. She's in first grade at Emily Dickinson Elementary School, which is a few blocks away from our apartment building in the West Village, which is a neighborhood in New York City. Emily Dickinson was a poet. I'm in fourth grade at Emily Dickinson. (Lexie goes to a middle school, since she's thirteen-going-on-fourteen and is in eighth grade.)One interesting thing is Justine is in first grade butshe's supposed to be in second, and I'm in fourth grade but I wish I were in third. Justine is on her second round of first grade since she hasn't exactly learned to read yet. All her last-year first-grade friends went on to second grade and she misses them. If I were Justine I would be thrilled. I would love to have gotten rid of Jill and Rachel and Katie and the rest of my last-year third-grade friends, but unfortunately we all went on to fourth grade together where, once again, I am the youngest kid in my class.Justine lives down the hall in apartment #7D.I held my finger to my lips. I had just had a great idea. "Shhh," I said to Justine. "Come on in.""Why are you whispering?" she asked.I shook my head and motioned for her to follow me.We tiptoed past the kitchen and the family room and down the hall with the bedrooms and bathrooms and Mom's office. My bedroom is the smallest of all and it's at the very end of the hall. I closed my door quietly."Did you notice anything as we passed Lexie's room?" I asked Justine when we were sitting on my bed. Bitey had crawled into my lap, so Justine had moved to the exact opposite end of the bed since Bitey once almost bit her."No. I couldn't see in. Her door was closed.""Exactly. Did you see what was on her door?""Oh. Is the NO PEARL sign up again?"I nodded. "So I think we should scare Lexie."Justine brightened. "Okay!""All right. You go back out in the hall and stand there and call, 'Lexie! Lexie!' I'll be right outside her door, and when she opens it to see what's wrong with you, I'll jump at her and go, 'Boo!' She hates that.""Hates it," agreed Justine.I opened my door and gave Justine a little push. She walked a few steps down the hall and said, "Lexie?"I flattened myself against the wall by Lexie's door."Lexie?" said Justine again."Louder," I whispered."Lexie!!"Lexie flung her door open. "What?""Boo!" I shouted.Lexie jumped straight up in the air, as if her legs had cartoon springs attached to them. "Aughhh!" she shrieked.Down the hall another door opened. My mother stuck her head out of her office. "Girls? What on earth is going on? Oh, hi, Justine.""Hi, Mrs. Littlefield.""Lexie? Pearl? What's the matter? I'm trying to work."My mother, whose complete name is Adrienne Read Blackburn Littlefield, is a writer. She writes books for children. But all the books just say "By A. Littlefield." We are not supposed to disturb Mom unless it is an emergency.Scaring Lexie was not an emergency. But that didn'tstop her from saying, "Pearl is being a giant pest. As usual.""Do you think you can work this out yourselves, girls?"Lexie glared at me. "Do not," she said, "I repeat, do not bother me again. Can't you see the sign?""I thought the NO PEARL sign meant I'm supposed to be dressed when I go in your room." Or was it that Lexie was supposed to invite me in? I wasn't sure. Sometimes Lexie's rules were confusing.I looked at my mother, but she had already ducked back into her office. Before I was born, my bedroom was Mom's office, but then I came along and she had to move into a closet.Lexie closed her door again, so Justine and I went back to my room and I found the game of Sorry! and got prepared to play the way I have to play when my opponent is Justine. In other words, I got prepared to remind her what every card means, and to help her figure out every move to make. I don't mind doing this. If I had trouble remembering rules, I would still want someone to play Sorry! nicely with me. We had barely started the game, though, when I realized that I hadn't done my chore for the day."Uh-oh," I said. "I forgot to get the mail. Want to come downstairs with me?"Justine was on her feet in a flash. She likes to ride theelevator without adults so that she can pretend she's nine years old and we're twins."Going to the lobby!" I called as I passed Lexie's room. "I have to get the mail." I grabbed the mailbox key and the spare key to #7F, which hang on a hook next to the bulletin board in the kitchen. Those are the only keys I ever get to use. Lexie has her own key to the apartment, Mom has a key to the apartment and six other keys, and Dad has a key to the apartment and five other keys. I have absolutely no keys of my own.Justine and I rode the elevator to the lobby with Mrs. Mott, who was coming down from the tenth floor and who spoiled Justine's twin game by saying, "Justine Lebarro, where are your parents?"Justine didn't answer her, and Mrs. Mott huffed away through the lobby and out onto Twelfth Street.John was standing by the doorman's desk. "Hello, Pearl! Hello, Justine!" He's our favorite doorman. When Justine's balloon from the street fair slipped off her wrist and floated to the lobby ceiling, John got a ladder and rescued it."Hi, John," we said.Just then Mr. Thompson, who is wrinkled and old and reminds me of my grandfather, Daddy Bo, came in from outside, walking his dog, Hammer, and got on the regular elevator, not the service one."It's a good thing Mrs. Mott didn't see that," I said toJohn. Then I led Justine into the mailroom, found the box with 7F on it, opened it with the key, and took out three magazines and a handful of envelopes.We rode the elevator back to the seventh floor and I looked through the mail while Justine said things like, "I am so excited about trying out for the fourth-grade play" and "Tomorrow let's go shopping for matching dresses, okay, twin?"I let us back into my apartment with the spare key and returned both keys to the hook in the kitchen. I looked longingly at that hook and wished it were a key chain instead. One that was pink and had PEARL spelled out in blue and green gems from the crafts store. Then I sorted the mail into three piles: a pile of magazines for my parents, a little pile of envelopes for Dad, and an...
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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful.
A 11 year old boys review...
By Fabulous
I originally posted this review (written by my son) on June 11, 2012 but for some strange reason, we were never credited for this Amazon Vine Review...
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My mom got this book for me and I thought it was really funny and it made me appreciate my younger sister even more. The main character, Pearl, is the age of my sister and she is so funny. I enjoyed all the things she did to get her sisters attention. Reminded me of my sister. I thought this book was going to be really girly but once I started reading it and laughing (out loud) I decided to finish it but NEVER tell any of my friends that I did. Was really surprised when I found out my neighbor (he's a boy) read it too. Definitely NOT just for boys. I even wound up doing a book report on it too. Very funny.
5 of 6 people found the following review helpful.
On the brink
By Book Lover 9
N.B.: This review is based on the advance reading copy. I am a big fan of Ann M. Martin. I read a lot of books, usually with my 6th grade daughter about girls, their friends and/or sibilings, and the lessons they learn. I immediately thought of the old TV show "Eight Simple Rules for Dating my Teenage Daughter."
So the ten rules can be boiled down to two: the golden rule and "don't say the first thing that pops into your head." Once Pearl learns not to blurt out what she's thinking or immediately snap back at her sister, they get along nicely, and you can see that Lexie responds in kind.
With thanks to Barbara K.:
What I liked: definite sense of place in Greenwich Village neighborhood of New York City,excellent portrayal of someone (Grandpa Bo)in the early stages of Alzheimer's and how children react to it, and a lot of humor. There is obvious growth and change in Pearl and in the people around her.
That said, I found that Pearl, who is supposed to be in fourth grade, wavered between being incredibly immature, often like her best-friend Justine (who is 8 years old, in 1st grade, and has some issue that is not fully articulated), and being very wise beyond her 9 years. At the beginning of the book, there is a big disconnect between Pearl playing jokes on her older sister Lexie, and why Pearl can't understand why her sister gets mad at her.
Another disconnect was evident in composing the rules, which include "no underwear visits" and "take her seriously." While the former makes sense in the context of the book, the latter involves a lot more insight that was evident at this point in the story. Also, when Pearl labels her pirate bag "Pieces of Ate," it comes off as too silly after her insight into her sister (Pearl often uses phrases like 2x in the book, so "Pieces of 8" would have been better).
It's not that this is a bad book, it's just that there are so many books like this on the market. Pearl often sounds like an older Junie B. Jones, especially when she deals with the neighbor, Mrs. Mott. I would say for the middle grade female reader, this is a solid choice, definitely in the "comfort zone" of their normal reading.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful.
Great book for sisters to read together
By Marcella Seidensticker
I got this book for my seven year old. When I received it I realized it was a chapter book above her reading ability. So my daughters and I read this book together. We read one chapter a night. They were excited to spend the time together and it was sweet to hear them giggle about the things they usually fight about. This story is written by a younger sister who is nine and her older sister is a teenager. My daughters are seven and nine but have very similar arguments. Of course my daughters thought they were the only ones in the whole world that had such problems with their sister. They were just tickled and amazed that someone else could come up with their own tricks. These girls lived in New York in a condo which is very different than my daughters who live in a house in Florida so it was nice for them to see that there are other ways of experincing childhood. Their whole world is what they know. It is nice to be able to laugh about the things that aggravate us. To them these little problems are very real and very frustrating. It was great to shed new light and a little humor to their sisterhood issues. It is also wonderful for them to learn that through reading they can learn, bond, laugh, and find healing.
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