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"Superfudge" by Judy Blume, Chapters 1–8

Mon Apr 22 17:03:55 EDT 2024
The oldest of three Hatcher children who have temporarily moved to New Jersey, sixth grader Peter must deal with a five-year-old brother nicknamed Fudge, who wants to get rid of baby sister Tootsie.

Here are links to our lists for the novel: Chapters 1–8, Chapters 9–12
tousle
She reached over and tried to tousle my hair.
admit
I didn’t want to admit that I was hungry, but I was.
lather
Fudge was at the sink. He stood on his stool, lathering his hands with three inches of suds.
necessarily
“The baby won’t necessarily be anything like Fudge.”
“But it won’t necessarily not be like him either,” I answered.
metropolitan
On February 26, while my fifth grade class was on a trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, my sister was born.
privilege
“We get more privileges.”
“What’s privileges?”
“It means we get to do things she can’t do.”
patient
Mom and Dad said he was just going through a phase and that if we were patient, it would pass.
vein
If you cut me open, you’ll find seven natural fruit flavors running through my veins.
content
But the little sighs are my favorites, because then I know she’s content.
sublet
It’s a beautiful old place. And we’ve arranged to sublet our apartment.
advance
“And I’d like to know how we’re going to eat, with you not working.”
“We’ve got some money saved...and I’ll probably get an advance for writing the book.”
contraption
Mom bought me a contraption called a Pooper-Scooper. It’s a kind of shovel, attached to a Baggie, and when Turtle does his thing I scoop it up, get it into the Baggie, tie up the end, and toss it into the trash basket.
shutter
Outside, the house is painted yellow and the shutters are white. The windows and doorways are slightly crooked.
prime
“They’ll be getting fatter and longer by August, and by September they’ll be in their prime.”
cower
I tried talking to him softly, telling him it would only hurt for a second, but he whined and cowered in the corner anyway.
perch
Fudge was perched on top of the cabinets that were on top of the cubbies. He was stretched out, lying across the top, just inches from the ceiling.
consciously
“Now, Mr. Green,” Mrs. Hildebrandt said, “you’ve known me for a long time...and I ask you...have I ever been mean to a child...knowingly, consciously, intentionally mean? Especially on the first day of school?”
proper
“Because she wouldn’t call me Fudge,” Fudge said again.
“It’s not a proper name,” Mrs. Hildebrandt said.
cultured
“He can say hello, in French.”
“In French?” I asked.
“That’s right, in French,” Mom said. “He’s very cultured.”
coincidence
“Well, what a coincidence,” Mrs. Hildebrandt said. “So do I!”
contagious
“You sound like Uncle Feather when you say things twice,” Fudge said.
“It’s contagious,” I told him.
“What’s contagious?”
fortified
“That’s not it. It’s fortified with vitamins.”
“That’s what I said. Forty-five vitamins.”
“Not forty-five,” I told him. “Fortified.” And I spelled it for him. “F-o-r-t-i-f-i-e-d. It means that vitamins have been added.”
exaggerate
“You lie when you make up commercials?” Fudge asked.
“No, but we sometimes exaggerate,” Dad said.
embellish
“We embellish to make our point,” Dad said.
“What’s embellish?”
“Sometimes Dad has to stretch the truth,” I explained.
practical
I do want to write my book, though. And sometimes you’ve got to do what’s really important to you, even if it’s not practical.
canvas
“My father painted that one right before my mother left for Vermont. One night they had this big fight, and she threw red paint on the canvas. That’s how the red square got there. And that’s why it’s called Anita’s Anger.”
rummage
I dragged it out and rummaged through it, and there at the very bottom, in a Pepperidge Farm cookie box, were the black eyeglass rims attached to the rubber nose, and the stick-on beard and moustache.
preservative
“They’re chock full of vitamins. No preservatives, nothing added. Just the real thing!”
hesitate
Fudge chose a cookie and held it to his lips. But he hesitated and I could see that he wasn’t sure he really wanted to taste a chocolate-chip–worm cookie after all.
additive
“No preservatives...no additives...naturally fortified...and chock full of vitamins...right, Fudge?”

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