Watch Out, Hollywood!: More Confessions of a So-Called Middle Child - Hardcover

Lennon, Maria T.

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9780062126931: Watch Out, Hollywood!: More Confessions of a So-Called Middle Child

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0062126938 ISBN 13: 9780062126931

Publisher: Harpercollins Childrens Books, 2014

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Hilarious tween heroine Charlie C. Cooper--reformed bully, misguided fashionista, and so-called middle child--is back! This sequel to Confessions of a So-called Middle Child will delight fans of Louise Rennison, Mean Girls, and Harriet the Spy.Charlie's adventures offer a fresh look at middle school, bullying, and mean girls. In Book Two, Charlie navigates sudden celebrity and auditions for a television series, but a little white lie may endanger the one friendship Charlie can truly count on--and her connection to swoonworthy crush Bobby! Poignant and seriously funny, Charlie's account of her dilemma is one all tweens will relate to.Charlie knows what it feels like to be stuck in the middle, but it's finally her time to shine. After saving her friend Marta in the old Houdini tunnels of Los Angeles, Charlie's become a local hero, gained sudden celebrity, and *MIGHT* just become a TV star! But will Charlie let her newfound fame go to her head? Watch out, Hollywood!

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"A funny story with a fresh and sassy, winning heroine."--School Library Journal

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Yes, people, I, Charlie C. Cooper, am finally where I want to be.

No more middle-child, stuck-in-the-middle stuff. Nope, I've done all my good deeds, and it's finally my turn to shine. Let me recap:

Trixie is long gone.
I have my very own agent.
Hollywood is begging me to sign a deal for a huge TV series.
I am no longer under psychological care.
Bobby digs me. Big-time.

You guessed it--I'm a real live celebrity now. Cameras are lined up outside the front of my house, aka the Houdini Mansion. The lights are flashing. CNN is calling my name. I even get to skip school.

Before I step out, I put on my signature outfit: electric blue Doc Martens, fishnet tights, black tutu, and, of course, my Guns N' Roses vintage sweatshirt with sweat rings. I tease the hair, stick as many sequin barrettes in as I can, and brush on my sister's mascara.

Bingo. A star is about to be born.
I open the front door.
They snap my picture. "LA Times. Over here, Charlie!"

" People magazine," someone yells. "Can you tell our readers what it feels like to be a hero?"

"A hero?" First time I've heard that one.

Watch out, Hollywood, here I come. . . .

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