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Jennifer’s Diary


Anne Fine was born and educated in the Midlands, and now lives in County Durham. She has written numerous highly acclaimed and prize-winning books for children and adults. Her novel The Tulip Touch won the Whitbread Children’s Book of the Year Award; Goggle-Eyes won the Guardian Children’s Fiction Award and the Carnegie Medal, and was adapted for television by the BBC; Flour Babies won the Carnegie Medal and the Whitbread Children’s Book of the Year Award; Bill’s New Frock won a Smarties Prize, and Madame Doubtfire has become a major feature film.


www.annefine.co.uk


Some other books by Anne Fine


Books for Younger Readers


Care of Henry

Countdown

Design-a-Pram

The Diary of a Killer Cat

The Haunting of Pip Parker

Loudmouth Louis

Notso Hotso

Only a Show

Press Play

Roll Over Roly

The Same Old Story Every Year

Scaredy-Cat

Stranger Danger?

The worst child I ever had


Books for Middle-range Readers


The Angel of Nitshill Road Anneli the Art Hater

Bill’s New Frock The Chicken Gave It To Me

The Country Pancake

Crummy Mummy and Me

How to Write Really Badly

A Pack of Liars

A Sudden Glow of Gold

A Sudden Pujj of Glittering Smoke

A Sudden Swirl of Icy Wind

ANNE FINE

Jennifer’s Diary

Illustrated by Kate Aldous

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Published by the Penguin Group

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First published by Hamish Hamilton 1996

Published in Puffin Books 1997

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Text copyright © Anne Fine, 1996

Illustrations copyright © Kate Aldous, 1996

All rights reserved

The moral right of the author and illustrator has been asserted

Except in the United States of America, this book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser

British Library Cataloguing in Publication Data

A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

ISBN:978-0-14-192794-7

Chapter One


“IOLANTHE.”

“What?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m writing, aren’t I? You can see I am. Here’s the paper in front of me. This is the pen in my hand.”

Jennifer sighed.

“I know you’re writing, Iolanthe.

I just want to know what you’re writing.”

“Why?”

“Because it might give me an idea.”

That’s the trouble with Jennifer. No ideas. Two legs, two arms, a pretty face – but no imagination. None at all.


“I’m writing a story about a sheep called Hector who’s suddenly realized he’s going to be eaten.”

Jennifer peered over my shoulder, and read aloud.

And so I lay forlornly in my sheep pen, reflecting on the sad fate of all who had lain there before me.


“That’s very good.”

“Yes,” I said. “That’s why I want to get on with it.”

She sighed again.

“I can’t think of anything to write.”

She never can.

“I haven’t even started.”

Surprise, surprise.

“You think of something for me.”

“Jennifer!”

She shut up for a bit. I carried on, through Hector’s desperate dawn escape, his daring capture of the farmer and his wife, the barbecue, and then the visit from the farm inspector.


“And how are Mr and Mrs Crool?”

“Excellent,” said Hector. “Very, very tasty. I think the ducklings got the sauce just right.”


Now Jennifer was leaning over my arm again.

“Have the

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