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It's Not My Fault I Know Everything (Dear Dumb Diary #8)

Name: It's Not My Fault I Know Everything (Dear Dumb Diary #8)
Brand: Scholastic
SKU: 02520843
Price: 7.47 EUR
Availability: InStock

Jim Benton

Language

English

Book Paperback

Libristo code: 02520843

Publishers Scholastic, March 2009

It's an eventful month for Jamie Kelly. Stinker and Stickybuns' litter of puppies has arrived -- wh... Full description

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It's an eventful month for Jamie Kelly. Stinker and Stickybuns' litter of puppies has arrived -- which makes Jamie and her nemesis Angeline "in-laws by dog." Ugh. Jamie's class at Mackerel Middle School is doing a unit on journal-writing, and someone's diary falls into the wrong hands. But worst of all, Angeline and Isabella are becoming . . . friends. Dear Dumb Diary, It's not my fault I know everything. Okay, I don't know where Timbuktu is, but I refuse to know that. Even if somebody told me, I would flush my brain like a thought-potty and wave goodbye to Timbuktu as it swirled down my brain hole. I know everything that I WANT to know.