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Authors: Annie Barrows
IVY
+
BEAN
BOOK 5
“The deliciousness is in the details here, with both girls drawn distinctly and with flair.” —
Booklist,
starred review
“. . . illustrations deftly capture the girls’ personalities and the tale’s humor. . . . Barrows’s narrative brims with sprightly dialogue.” —
Publishers Weekly,
starred review
“Readers are bound to embrace this spunky twosome.” —
Kirkus Reviews
“The series’ strong suits are humor and the spot-on take on relationships.” —
Booklist
“This story defies expectations of what an early chapter book can be.” —
School Library Journal
“This is a great chapter book for students who have recently crossed the independent reader bridge.” —
School Library Journal
“Just right.” —
Kirkus Reviews
“Text and illustrations in this entry are as fine a match as Ivy and Bean, each offering different strengths that supposrt each other infinitely well.” —
Horn Book
“. . . Ivy and Bean are irresistible.” —
Kirkus Reviews
, starred review
BOUND TO BE BAD
BOOK 5
written by annie barrows + illustrated by sophie blackall
To Sally, who is nothing at all like Nancy. —A. B.
For Sarah, Angus, and Anna, who are never, ever bad. —S. B.
First paperback edition published in 2009 by Chronicle Books LLC.
Text © 2008 by Annie Barrows.
Illustrations © 2008 by Sophie Blackall.
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher.
Butterfinger is a registered trademark of Société des Produits Néstlé S.A.
M&M’s is a registered trademark of Mars, Inc.
Milk Duds is a registered trademark of The Hershey Company.
Tootsie Roll is a registered trademark of Tootsie Roll Industries, Inc.
The illustrations in this book were rendered in Chinese ink.
eISBN 978-0-8118-7655-1
The Library of Congress has catalogued the hardcover edition as follows:
Barrows, Annie.
Ivy and Bean bound to be bad / by Annie Barrows ; illustrated by Sophie Blackall.
p. cm. — (Ivy and Bean ; bk. 5)
Summary: Best friends Ivy and Bean learn that being very good, or very bad, can be a real
challenge when they set out to become so pure of heart that birds and animals follow them.
ISBN 978-0-8118-6265-3
[1. Behavior—Fiction. 2. Human–animal relationships—Fiction. 3. Neighbors—Fiction. 4. Family life—Fiction.] I. Blackall, Sophie, ill.
II. Title. III. Series.
PZ7.B27576Iwc 2008
[Fic]—dc22
2008005280
Chronicle Books LLC
680 Second Street, San Francisco, California 94107
Check. Bean’s mom was reading the paper.
Check. Bean’s dad was reading the paper.
Check. Nancy was reading the funnies.
Bean picked up her plate and licked the streaks of leftover syrup.
“Bean’s licking her plate,” said Nancy.
“Stop it, Bean,” said Bean’s mom without even looking up from the paper.
Bean sat on her hands and stared at her plate with her lips shut tight. Then, suddenly, her tongue shot out of her mouth and her head swooped down to her plate. “I can’t help it,” she said, licking. “There’s a magnetic force pulling my tongue out of my mouth.”
Bean’s family looked at her like she was a bug. An ugly bug.
“That’s disgusting,” said Nancy.
“Bean, please . . .” said her mother.
“Cut it out,” said her father.
“I can’t!” slurped Bean. “The force is too strong!”
Her father took her plate away. Bean slumped against the back of her chair. “Thanks, dude. I owe you one.”
“Don’t call me dude,” said her dad. “Go do the dishes.”
“What?! It’s Nancy’s turn!” yelped Bean.
“It was Nancy’s turn until you licked your plate. Now it’s your turn,” said her dad.
“That’s totally unfair!” huffed Bean. “I couldn’t help it! Haven’t you ever heard of forces beyond your control?”
“Yes, I have,” said her father. “Forces beyond your control are going to make you do the dishes.”
“What am I, Cinderbean?” Bean said. “What about my rights?”
Slowly her dad lowered his newspaper and looked at her. “Think about whether you’re making a good choice or a bad choice, Bean.”
There was a pause.
“I guess I’ll go do the dishes.” Bean clomped into the kitchen.
“Bean, you didn’t see my pink yarn, did you?”
Oops. Bean tried to roll behind the couch, but Nancy saw her.
“Bean! Do you have my pink yarn?”