Hit the Road, Manny: A Manny Files Novel (Manny Files, 2, Band 2) - Hardcover

Burch, Christian

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 141692812X ISBN 13: 9781416928126

Verlag: Atheneum Books for Young Readers, 2008

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Cue the pretend drum-roll: Keats's parents have a big surprise. No, they're not having a new baby. It's—wait for it, wait for it—a family road trip!

Okay, so this is not exactly the birthday present Keats had in mind (no iPod?!), but when Dad parks a rented RV in the Dalinger's driveway, Keats piles in with the rest of his family—and the manny, of course—bound for the open road. From the big skies of farm country to the bright lights of Las Vegas, this, in typical manny fabulousness, is an all-American adventure filled with more Glamour-dos than Glamour-don'ts. But a stopover at the manny's childhood home is making the manny feel not so fabulous. Why can't his parents ever accept him for who he is? And Keats, at first, sees their point. Why does the manny always have to be so interesting?

Hit the road for more manny shenanigans, where it's all about Elton John, Diet Coke, and being brave enough to be yourself.

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Christian Burch is a real-life manny who derived much of his inspiration for his novels from his charges. A resident of Jackson, Wyoming, he is the author of The Manny Files and Hit the Road, Manny.

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Hit the Road, Manny

A Manny Files NovelBy Christian Burch

Atheneum

Copyright © 2008 Christian Burch
All right reserved.
ISBN: 9781416928126
"Hachoooo"-phhhhht! 1

Remember me? My name is Keats. I was this year's spelling bee champion for our elementary school. I was the first fourth grader to ever win. Usually fifth graders win because they have had an extra year of spelling practice and are more mature and calm under pressure. My win made the front page of the newspaper. There was a picture of me holding my trophy, with my smiling classmates surrounding and congratulating me with pats on my shoulder. It was a posed photograph, kind of like the pictures of the movie stars in the Hollywood issue of Vanity Fair, except nobody had their shirt unbuttoned or puffy lip injections. The photographer stood on top of a desk, so the picture looks like it was taken from the sky. His pants were unzipped. We were all giggling in the picture because Craig said, "X-Y-Z-P-D-Q." My uncle Max says it all the time. It means "Examine your zipper pretty darn quick." Dad always says, "Your cows are getting out," when my zipper is down.

Somebody made bunny ears behind my head in the newspaper photo, but I didn't care. Uncle Max says, "Any publicity is good publicity!" He has a newspaper clipping on his refrigerator with his name in the police blotter from the time he got a speeding ticket on Main Street. "Forty-five in a thirty-five." I don't know what that means, but Uncle Max says it with a bragging smile like it's a big achievement.

Now that I've won the spelling bee, the teachers at school wave to me and say hello like I'm a celebrity. My best friend, Sarah, says that she's surprised that I haven't been asked to be a host of the Miss America pageant. I think she was kidding. Sarah is my best friend and she teases me. She says it's to "keep me down with the real people." She's worried that my winning the spelling bee will go to my head and I will be full of myself like my big sister Lulu.

Lulu is in the eighth grade and is good at everything. Dad says that she's "high strung" because she is always worried about rules and homework deadlines. She's the eighth-grade class president, and instead of trying to get a snack machine in the cafeteria or a new tree planted in the quad, she attends school board meetings and tries to convince the superintendent to "make the curriculum more challenging." Those are her words, not mine. Teachers used to call me Lulu's little brother, but that changed after I won the spelling bee. Now they just call me Keats. I wish they'd call me Champ.

My other older sister is India. She's the exact opposite of Lulu. Dad calls India "mellow" because she never worries about grades or rules. She only worries about hemlines and stitching because she wants to be a clothing designer when she grows up. India is in the fifth grade and is always giving fashion advice to the teachers. Mrs. House, my fourth-grade teacher, used to wear white blouses and long skirts, but she cut her hair and started wearing tight black clothes after India told her that the "peasant look" was over. India didn't say it in a mean way. She never says anything in a mean way. Mom calls her "tactful." Tactful means you can tell the truth without hurting people's feelings. Like when I pointed out Dad's bald spots by telling him they were cute. It didn't hurt his feelings, but it let him know that he had bald spots.

My little sister, Belly, isn't very tactful. She once pointed to a large man at the grocery store who had a long beard and said loud enough for him to hear, "MOM, HAGRID!" Hagrid is the giant, hairy guy in the Harry Potter movies. Mom pushed the cart down the aisle so fast that Belly, who was riding in the seat, dropped DecapiTina, her headless doll, on the white tile floor. Poor DecapiTina. DecapiTina wasn't always headless. She used to be a really pretty doll. Now she's just a dirty old doll body, but Belly refuses to throw her away. She says that she'd still love Mom and Dad if they didn't have heads. I guess she has a point.

Dad laughed when Mom told him the Hagrid story, even though she was trying to get his sympathy and probably a hug. Dad works in an office and wears suits. His job starts each day with two cups of coffee. Mom only drinks one cup each morning, and then she brushes her teeth and eats an Altoid. She says that she has to have fresh breath because she's always talking to people at the art museum where she works. She hangs the paintings and photographs on the walls, and then she takes me to see them to get my opinion. She says I'm good with lines and space and that I will probably grow up to be an architect and that she wants me to build her a modern house. But I want to be a concierge so I can tell people where to eat and what movies to see. T.G.I. Friday's and anything with Johnny Depp in it.

The manny says I would be a great concierge. He's always letting me do things for him like call in for his telephone messages and shine his shoes. The manny is our male nanny. We had a lot of nannies before him, but they were all women. Sarah thinks that if a male nanny is called a manny, then a woman nanny should be called a wanny. Sarah has an odd sense of humor. This spring she told our teacher, Mrs. House, that she was going to give up cigarettes and booze for lent, but not coffee. Mrs. House laughed but looked like Sarah's joke made her uncomfortable, like she might call Sarah's mother and ask to meet with her.

The manny is so much fun. Even Lulu thinks so. She didn't use to. She even tried to get him fired by keeping a list of things that he did that she thought were inappropriate. Like "hickey checks" when he picked her up from school dances. Lulu called her list "The Manny Files." We had a family court about it to decide if the manny should stay. I stuck up for the manny and convinced Mom and Dad that Lulu was power hungry and that she was the only one who didn't like the manny. Lulu likes him now. She figured out that he gives good advice about romance.

"Always have a boyfriend around holidays so that you get gifts."

"Always look your very best, even if you're just running out to get the mail, because you never know where you're going to find true love."

"Never sneeze on a date."

That last one is especially for India, because when she sneezes, she accidentally passes gas. It sounds like this: "Hachooo"-phhht, like her whole body is exploding. Then she gets really red faced. Uncle Max calls it a "snoot" because it's both a sneeze and a toot.

My uncle Max thinks the manny's fun too. Uncle Max is my mom's brother. He's a painter, and he likes art just as much as my mom does. Mom and Uncle Max inherited their artistic ability from my grandma. She used to live with us and liked to look at art books with me. Grandma died last summer, but some of her ashes are still blowing around in our yard. We scattered them in the garden that we planted for her. I found some of the ashes next to a lilac bush and put them in between the pages of her favorite Andrew Wyeth art book, which I keep in my top drawer with my underwear. Grandma would get a kick out of being put in my underwear drawer. Grandma got a kick out of a lot of things.

Uncle Max and the manny are roommates, and they're always laughing and hugging. Lulu gets mad at them because she thinks that PDAs are disgusting. "PDA" means "public display of affection." The manny and Uncle Max love teasing Lulu. The madder Lulu gets, the more PDAs they do.

Copyright © 2008 by Christian Burch

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Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Atheneum Books for Young Readers
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2008
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 141692812X
• ISBN 13: 9781416928126
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Auflage: 1
• Anzahl der Seiten: 240
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