A smart and funny tale of perseverance, teamwork, and the true meaning of success.
Strange things are happening at Ho-Ho-Kus Junior High. The cafeteria is covered in a sea of burger wrappers. Bullies aren’t bullying anymore. And there’s an eerie growling coming from the walls.
If anyone can get to the bottom of these mysteries, it’s Denton, Wendell, Eddie, Elijah, and Bijay. They may be misfits, but they’re also the smartest kids in the eighth grade. There’s just one problem. Vice Principal Snodgrass has framed them for a crime they didn’t commit and imprisoned them in a secret room in the bowels of the school. His terms: Ace the dreaded Idaho Tests and all will be forgiven. Their plan: figure out who—or what—is to blame for the changes at school. It will take the nerdiest of skills. It will be scarier than talking to girls. It will be a true test, one that can be passed only by a select few. And those five boys are known as DWEEB.
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|Title of eBook: Dweeb|
|Release Date: 10-13-2009|
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|Publisher: Random House Children's Books|
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Denton Kensington sat at the breakfast table, sipping tomato juice. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he straightened up the Financial Times and had a look at the date.
Friday, April 12.
He had been in America for not even eight months. It seemed so much longer.
As he unfolded the paper, his mother came up behind him and hugged him around the shoulders.
"I'm so proud of you, dear." She smothered his
forehead with a kiss. "Both your father and I are so proud."
Denton pulled away. "Argh, Mum, you'll wrinkle my shirt. I just pressed it."
"And it looks lovely, dear. You look lovely."
"In America, looking lovely isn't exactly cool," Denton explained. "As a matter of fact, I don't think it's cool anywhere."
"Well, maybe it should be." His mother smiled. "Looking lovely will get you a good job and a good girl. Who wouldn't want that?"
"Well, I don't happen to have either," Denton told her.
"That's because you're only thirteen, dear."
"Don't remind me," Denton grumbled.
Back in England, there were other kids like Denton--prim, proper, and concerned with world affairs and correct grammar. He used to at least chat with those kids in school, sometimes share a chuckle or two. On occasion, he had even invited them over to his house to watch old movies on the couch or build model sailboats in his father's study.
That had all ended when his father got a banking job in New York City, bought a house in some strange little town called Ho-Ho-Kus, New Jersey, and moved the family overseas. Eighth grade, as it was calle...