Iggy and Me on Holiday

Iggy and Me on Holiday
Jenny Valentine

More adventures of the irrepressible Iggy as told by her sister Flo, by Jenny Valentine, winner of the Guardian Children’s Fiction Prize for her debut novel, Finding Violet Park.This is the third outing for Jenny Valentine’s endearing siblings, and this time they’re full of plans for the school holidays.Will they go camping, or to the seaside? Or have Mum and Dad got something entirely different up their sleeves? Whatever they do, readers can be sure of plenty of laughter.Each chapter is a complete and satisfying story in its own right, perfect for newly-confident readers to enjoy alone, or for reading aloud at bedtime.Illustrated throughout in with black & white line drawings by Joe Berger, who was nominated for the Booktrust Early Years Award for his picture book, Bridget Fidget.

Jenny Valentine

Iggy & Me

ON HOLIDAY

Illustrated by Joe Berger

Contents

Cover (#u6f9e03d4-3572-5caa-a5f9-cd196022f864)

Title Page (#u7556f2b6-973a-5ecc-8a7f-db98cf6257e8)

The last day of school (#ud58aa3c8-d9f8-534e-988a-ed6a6a3c686f)

Packing (#ua0d1cb0c-c4d8-55ca-9149-e00e9e9133fc)

The longest journey ever (#litres_trial_promo)

At the seaside (#litres_trial_promo)

Iggy makes a friend (#litres_trial_promo)

Where is Iggy? (#litres_trial_promo)

A rainy day (#litres_trial_promo)

Iggy and Barnaby (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Illustrator (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

The Last Day of School (#ulink_b31559ee-843f-57fa-a9c6-2c3e1abd8ff7)

It was the end of term for me and my little sister, Iggy.

Iggy didn’t want it to be. We were eating our breakfast and she was quite worried.

“Who will look after the hamsters and the guinea pigs?” she said.

“Someone will take the hamsters and the guinea pigs home,” said Mum.

“What will all the teachers do?”

“Someone will take the teachers home too,” Dad said. “The teachers will get some peace and quiet.”

“What about us?” Iggy said. “What will we do?”

“Oh peace and quiet will be off the menu here,” Dad said, “that’s for sure.”

“We’ll have fun,” I said.

“Flo,” Iggy said, like I was being silly. “School is fun.”

“Holidays are fun too,” Mum said. “We’ll have a holiday.”

“Will we?” said Dad.

“What will we do on holiday?” Iggy said, and she pulled her shoulders up high and her bottom lip down low.

“We’ll put you in a dark box and let you out again when school starts,” Dad said.

“I don’t think so,” said Iggy, and she scowled at him.

“We’ll get up when we want,” I said. “We’ll watch telly and wear our pyjamas all day.”

“Oh no you won’t,” said Mum, and Dad said, “Sounds like heaven.”

“We’ll go out on our bikes,” I said, “and have picnics and go to the playground and eat ice cream.”

“OK,” Iggy said. “That sounds good.”

Dad was making coffee and Mum had tea. I ate my toast and Iggy listened to her cereal popping.

“How long is our holiday?” Iggy said.

“Six weeks,” Mum said, and Iggy’s mouth fell open like a trap door.

“Six weeks,” she said. “That is forever.”

“No it’s not,” Mum said. “It’s a month and a half.”

“It’s forty two days,” Dad said, and he looked at us and then at Mum.

“That is a long time,” Mum said.

“We’ll have a nice long holiday,” I told Iggy. “You’ll see.”

On the way to school, Iggy walked extra fast because she wanted to get there early.