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Title:
The lemonade war
ISBN:
9780547237657
Publication Information:
Boston : Sandpiper/Houghton Mifflin, 2009
Physical Description:
173 p. : ill. ; 19 cm.
Reading Level:
630 L Lexile
Summary:
Evan and his younger sister, Jesse, react very differently to the news that they will be in the same class for fourth grade and as the end of summer approaches, they battle it out through lemonade stands, each trying to be the first to earn 100 dollars. Includes mathematical calculations and tips for running a successful lemonade stand.
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Summary

Summary

For a full hour, he poured lemonade. The world is a thirsty place, he thought as he nearly emptied his fourth pitcher of the day. And I am the Lemonade King.

Fourth-grader Evan Treski is people-smart. He's good at talking with people, even grownups. His younger sister, Jessie, on the other hand, is math-smart, but not especially good with people. So when the siblings' lemonade stand war begins, there really is no telling who will win--or even if their fight will ever end. Brimming with savvy marketing tips for making money at any business, definitions of business terms, charts, diagrams, and even math problems, this fresh, funny,emotionally charged novel subtly explores how arguments can escalate beyond anyone's intent.

Awards: 2009 Rhode Island Children's Book Award, 2007 New York Public Library 100 Titles for Reading and Sharing, North Carolina Children's Book Award 2011, 2011 Nutmeg Award (Connecticut)

Check out www.lemonadewar.com for more information on The Lemonade War Series, including sequels The Lemonade Crime, The Bell Bandit, and The Candy Smash.


Author Notes

Jacqueline Davies is the talented writer of several novels and picture books, including The Lemonade War series and The Boy Who Drew Birds. Ms. Davies lives in Needham, Massachusetts, with her family.

www.jacquelinedavies.net



Reviews 4

Horn Book Review

Evan is horrified that his younger sister is skipping third grade and joining his class. In the last days of summer, they compete for who can make the most profit selling lemonade. The plot heavy-handedly works in business theory and math. However, the sibling relationship is sensitively drawn, and readers will be invested in who comes out on top. (c) Copyright 2010. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted. All rights reserved.


School Library Journal Review

Gr 3-5-Evan Treski and his younger sister, Jessie, get along well in many ways. They play together, and their natural talents are complementary. Jessie is a whiz in math and other school subjects, but "feelings were her weakest subject." Evan is competent in the social arena, but he is not such a good student. Their relationship changes the summer between Evan's third and fourth grades, when a letter arrives announcing what the boy sees as total disaster for him. He and his bright, skipping-third-grade sister will be in the same class. Thus begins the Lemonade War over which child can make the most money during the last week before school. The story is highly readable and engaging, filled with real-life problems that relate to math, getting along with siblings and friends, dealing with pride, and determining right from wrong. It even gives a glimpse into the marketing world. Each chapter begins with a marketing term, defined, but implemented as only competing children can. The result is a funny, fresh, and plausible novel with likable characters, and is suitable for reluctant readers.-Maria B. Salvadore, formerly at Washington DC Public Library (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Booklist Review

At the tail end of summer, Evan discovers that his younger sister, Jessie, who has just skipped third grade, will be not just in his grade, but in his fourth-grade classroom. Normally buddies, they find themselves at odds over trifles and increasingly determined to earn more money than the other before school starts. Lemonade stands, entrepreneurial schemes, and dirty tricks find their way into the competition before Evan and Jessie fess up to the concerns that are really worrying them. Each chapter begins with a business-oriented definition such as underselling: pricing the same goods for less than the competition, and the book ends with a poster entitled Ten Tips for Turning Lemons Into Loot. However, the basics of economics take a backseat to Evan and Jessie's realizations about themselves and their relationship. Davies, author of Where the Ground Meets the Sky (2002), does a good job of showing the siblings' strengths, flaws, and points of view in this engaging chapter book. --Carolyn Phelan Copyright 2007 Booklist


Kirkus Review

Told from the point of view of two warring siblings, this could have been an engaging first chapter book. Unfortunately, the length makes it less likely to appeal to the intended audience. Jessie and Evan are usually good friends as well as sister and brother. But the news that bright Jessie will be skipping a grade to join Evan's fourth-grade class creates tension. Evan believes himself to be less than clever; Jessie's emotional maturity doesn't quite measure up to her intelligence. Rivalry and misunderstandings grow as the two compete to earn the most money in the waning days of summer. The plot rolls along smoothly and readers will be able to both follow the action and feel superior to both main characters as their motivations and misconceptions are clearly displayed. Indeed, a bit more subtlety in characterization might have strengthened the book's appeal. The final resolution is not entirely believable, but the emphasis on cooperation and understanding is clear. Earnest and potentially successful, but just misses the mark. (Fiction. 8-10) Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.


Excerpts

Excerpts

Evan lay on his back in the dark, throwing the baseball up in a straight line and catching it in his bare hands. Thwap. Thwap. The ball made a satisfying sound as it slapped his palm. His legs flopped in a V. His arms stretched up to the ceiling. And the thought that if he missed he'd probably break his nose made the game just interesting enough to keep going. On the floor above he heard footsteps--his mother's--and then a long, loud scraping-groaning sound. He stopped throwing the ball to listen. His mother was dragging something heavy across the kitchen floor. Probably the broken air conditioner. A week ago, right at the beginning of the heat wave, the air conditioner in his mother's attic office had broken. The man from Sears had installed a brand- new one but left the old one sitting right in the middle of the kitchen floor. The Treskis had been walking around it all week. Scra-a-a-ape. Evan stood up. His mom was strong, but this was a two- person job. Hopefully she wouldn't ask him why he was hiding in the dark basement. And hopefully Jessie wouldn't be in the kitchen at all. He'd been avoiding her for two days now, and it was getting harder by the minute. The house just wasn't that big. Evan had his hand on the railing when the scraping noise stopped. He heard footsteps fading to silence. She'd given up. Probably the heat, he thought. It was that kind of weather: giving-up kind of weather. He went back to lying on the floor. Thwap. Thwap. Then he heard the basement door open. Psssshhh. Evan caught the ball and froze. "Evan?" Jessie's voice sounded echo-y in the darkness. "Evan? You down there?" Evan held his breath. He lay completely still. The only thing that moved was the pins-and-needles prickling in his fingers. He heard the door start to close--long breath out--but then it stopped and opened again. Footsteps on the carpeted stairs. A black outline of Jessie standing on the bottom step with daylight squirting all around her. Evan didn't move a muscle. "Evan? Is that you?" Jessie took one short step into the basement. "Is that . . . ? She inched her way toward him, then kicked him with her bare foot. "Hey! Watch it, would ya?" said Evan, swatting her leg. He suddenly felt stupid lying there in the dark. "I thought you were a sleeping bag," she said. "I couldn't see. What are you doing down here? How come the lights are off?" "It's too hot with the lights on," he said. He talked in a flat voice, trying to sound like the most boring person on the whole planet. If he kept it up, Jessie might just leave him alone. "Mom's back in her office," said Jessie, lying down on the couch. "Working." She groaned as she said the word. Evan didn't say anything. He went back to throwing the ball. Straight up. Straight down. Maybe silence would get Jessie to leave. He was starting to feel words piling up inside him, crowding his lungs, forcing out all the air. It was like having a chestful of bats, beating their wings, fighting to get out. "She tried to move the air conditioner, but it's too heavy," said Jessie. Evan tightened up his lips. Go away, he thought. Go away before I say something mean. "It's gonna be hot a-a-a-all week," Jessie continued. "In the nineties. All the way up 'til Labor Day." Thwap. Thwap. "So, whaddya wanna do?" Jessie asked. Scream, thought Evan. Jessie never got it when you were giving her the Big Freeze. She just went right on acting as if everything were great. It made it really hard to tell her to bug off without telling her to BUG OFF! Whenever Evan did that, he felt bad. "So, whaddya wanna do?" Jessie asked again, nudging him with her foot. &nsbp; It was a direct question. Evan had to answer it or explain why he wouldn't. And he couldn't get into that. It was too . . . too complicated. Too hurtful. "Huh? So, whaddya wanna do?" she asked for the third time. "Doin' it," said Evan. "Nah, come on. For real." "For real," he said. "We could ride our bikes to the 7-Eleven," she said. "No money," he said. "You just got ten dollars from Grandma for your birthday." "Spent it," said Evan. "On what?" "Stuff," Evan said. "Well, I've got . . . well . . . " Jessie's voice dribbled down to nothing. Evan stopped throwing the ball and looked at her. "What?" Jessie pulled her legs tight to her chest. "Nothin'," she said. "Right," said Evan. He knew that Jessie had money. Jessie always had money squirreled away in her lock box. But that didn't mean she was going to share it. Evan went back to throwing the baseball. He felt a tiny flame of anger shoot up and lick his face. Thwap. Thwap. > "We could build a fort in the woods," said Jessie. "Too hot." "We could play Stratego." "Too boring." "We could build a track and race marbles." "Too stupid!" A thin spider web of sweat draped itself over his foreheaddddd, spreading into his hair. With every throw, he told himself, It's not her fault. But he could feel his anger growing. He started popping his elbow to put a little more juice on the ball. It was flying a good four feet into the air every time. Straight up. Straight down. Pop. Thwap. Pop. Thwap. The bats in his chest were going nuts. "What is the matter with you?" asked Jessie. "You've been so weird the last couple of days." Aw, man, here they come. "I just don't wanna play a dumb game like Stratego," he said. "You like Stratego. I only picked that because it's your favorite game. I was being nice, in case you hadn't noticed." "Look. There are only six days left of summer, and I'm not going to waste them playing a dumb game." Evan felt his heartbeat speed up. Part of him wanted to stuff a sock in his mouth, and part of him wanted to deck his sister. "It's a stupid game and it's for babies and I don't want to play a stupid baby game." Pop. Thwap. Pop. Thwap. "Why are you being so mean?" Evan knew he was being mean, and he hated being mean, especially to her. But he couldn't help it. He was so angry and so humiliated and so full of bats, there was nothing else he could be. Except alone. And she'd taken even that away from him. "You're the genius," he said. "You figure it out." Good. That would shut her up. For once! Evan watched the ball fly in the air. "Is this because of the letter?" Jessie asked. Crack. Evan had taken his eyes off the ball for one second, just for one second, and the ball came crashing down on his nose. "Crud! Oh, CRUD!" He curled over onto his side, grabbing his nose with both hands. There was a blinding, blooming pain right behind his eyes that was quickly spreading to the outer edges of his skull. "Do you want some ice?" he heard Jessie ask in a calm voice. "Whaddya think?" he shouted. "Yeah?" She stood up. "No, I don't want any stupid ice." The pain was starting to go away, like a humungous wave that crashes with a lot of noise and spray but then slowly fizzles away into nothing. Evan rolled to a sitting position and took his hands away from his nose. With his thumb and index finger, he started to pinch the bridge. Was it still in a straight line? Jessie peered at his face in the dim light. "You're not bleeding," she said. "Yeah, well it, hurts!" he said. "A lot!" "It's not broken," she said. "You don't know that," he said. "You don't know everything, you know. You think you do, but you don't." "It's not even swollen. You're making a big deal out of nothing." Evan held his nose with one hand and hit his sister's knee with the other. Then he picked up the baseball and struggled to his feet. "Leave me alone. I came down here to get away from you and you just had to follow. You ruin everything. You ruined my summer and now you're going to ruin school. I hate you." When he got to the bottom of the steps, he threw the baseball down in disgust. Thud. Excerpted from The Lemonade War by Jacqueline Davies All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. 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