David says: This book is about a kid named Andrew Marcus and how he need spots. I prescribe a companion read this book. Ashleigh says: This book is about Andrew needing spots like Nicky Lane. I think this book is exceptionally interesting in light of the fact that I like drawing spots all over. I need everybody to have this book. Blume recounts the tale of Andrew Marcus, a second grade understudy who wishes he had spots. DMCA and Copyright : The book is not hosted on our servers, to remove the file please contact the source url.
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Loved each and every part of this book. I will definitely recommend this book to childrens, fiction lovers. Your Rating:. Join over Andrew wants freckles so badly that he buys Sharon's freckle recipe for fifty cents. Nicky has freckles—they cover his face, his ears, and the whole back of his neck. Sitting behind him in class, Andrew once counted eighty-six of them, and that was just a start!
If Andrew had freckles like Nicky, his mother would never know if his neck was dirty. Second-grader Freddy hates being the middle one in the family until he gets a part in the school play. Andrew hated having to wash his neck every morning before school. So what if it was dirty? Gee, if he had freckles his mother would never notice that his neck was dirty.
Andrew raced to school. He could hardly wait to see the secret recipe. First he'd look at it, and if it didn't seem any good, he just wouldn't pay.
The second bell just rang. This morning we'll begin with arithmetic. Nicky, please pass out the yellow paper. When you get your paper begin working on the problems on the board. Andrew went to his seat. Then he took the tissue with the five dimes out of his pocket. He held it near the floor and aimed it toward Sharon. She sat in the next row. Sharon stuck out her foot and stepped on the tissue. Then she slid it over until she could reach it with her hand.
Sharon counted the five dimes. Then she took a piece of folded-up white paper out of her pocket and threw it to Andrew. It landed in the middle of the aisle. Andrew leaned way over to pick it up. But he lost his balance and fell off his chair. Andrew picked up the secret recipe. He didn't even have a chance to see it. It wasn't fair. It cost him fifty cents for nothing. He handed it to Miss Kelly. She read it. Then she looked up at him.
Do you understand? Miss Kelly wasn't bad, Andrew decided. She could have ripped up the recipe. Or sent him to the principal's office.
Or even made him stand outside in the hall by himself. Andrew could hardly wait for three o'clock to come. He didn't bother counting Nicky Lane's freckles. Soon he'd have his own. When the second bell finally rang and the class marched down the hall, Andrew went up to Miss Kelly.
She held the piece of white paper and waved it at him. I have the feeling it's important to you. But from now on you must pay attention in class. Andrew took the recipe from Miss Kelly. I won't have any trouble at all! Andrew ran all the way home.
Then he remembered he had to go to Mrs. Burrows' house to get the key. The secret recipe for freckle juice was folded carefully in the bottom of Andrew's shoe. He was going to put it inside his sock, but he was afraid if his foot got sweaty the ink might blur and he wouldn't be able to read it. So, inside his shoe was safe enough. Even if it was windy nothing could happen to it there.
He made up his mind not to read it until he got home. He didn't want to waste any time getting there. And he wasn't the world's fastest reader anyway, even though he'd gotten better since last fall. Still, there. Marcus reached for her purse. She opened it and gave Andrew the key.
I'll be home by four o'clock. That only gave him an hour. He hoped the recipe didn't say to cook anything. He wasn't allowed to turn on the stove or the oven. Andrew dashed to his house, unlocked the front door and took off his shoe as soon as he was inside.
He pulled out the secret recipe and sat down on the floor to read it. It said:. Grape juice, vinegar, mustard, mayonnaise, juice from on e lemon, pepper and salt, ketchup, olive oil, and a speck of onion. Andrew read the list twice.
It didn't sound like much of a secret recipe. His mother used those things every day. Of course, she didn't use them all together. Maybe that was the secret part. Well, he'd paid fifty cents. He might as well find out.
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