Princess Angelica, Junior Reporter - Monique Polak - E-Book

Princess Angelica, Junior Reporter E-Book

Monique Polak

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Angelica just can’t help herself! In this third book in the series, Angelica, aka Jelly, is confused for a junior reporter and decides to make the most of her mistaken identity to learn what it’s like to be a real journalist. Jelly and her bestie, Joon, are soon busy with problems at the new library, trouble in the lap lane at the local pool and a predicament in a rare-book room. With her keen observational abilities and a knack for creative solutions, Jelly soon has more than enough material for an article. But will she be able to keep up the ruse when a new friend starts nosing around?

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Text copyright © Monique Polak 2020 Illustrations copyright © Jane Heinrichs 2020

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.

Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication Title: Princess Angelica, junior reporter / Monique Polak ; illustrated by Jane Heinrichs. Names: Polak, Monique, author. | Heinrichs, Jane, 1982– illustrator. Series: Orca echoes. Description: Series statement: Orca echoes Identifiers: Canadiana (print) 20190169060 | Canadiana (ebook) 20190169079 | ISBN 9781459823587 (softcover) | ISBN 9781459823594 (PDF) | ISBN 9781459823600 (EPUB) Classification: LCCPS8631.O43 P75 2020 | DDC jC813/.6—dc23

Library of Congress Control Number: 2019943995 Simultaneously published in Canada and the United States in 2020

Summary: In this illustrated early chapter book, Angelica is mistaken for a junior reporter at her local newspaper.

Orca Book Publishers is committed to reducing the consumption of nonrenewable resources in the making of our books. We make every effort to use materials that support a sustainable future.

Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada, the Canada Council for the Arts and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.

Cover artwork and interior illustrations by Jane Heinrichs Author photo by John Fredericks

ORCA BOOK PUBLISHERSorcabook.com

Printed and bound in Canada.

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For Miss Marston, wherever you are. Thanks for helping to make me a writer and a teacher. —MP

For Heather, Susanne and Laura: dear friends who share my enthusiastic love for imaginative books and real-life adventures. —JH

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter One

We’re supposed to be going to the park for a swim.

Joon and I have sunscreen, towels and water in reusable bottles. I also have coconut oil because they were giving away samples at the corner store. The man who gave me the packet said coconut oil can be used for many purposes, including cooking and applying to scraped knees and elbows to speed up healing.

Joon and I spot the balloons at the same time. They are hard to miss—there are several clusters of them in front of the building across from the park.

“It’s opening day at the new library,” I tell Joon. “They must be having a party. Let’s check it out.”

“What about our swim?” Joon asks.

“We can swim later.”

“Do you think there will be cake?” Joon asks.

“I don’t know. Eating isn’t usually allowed in libraries. They don’t want people leaving crumbs on the books.”

“Maybe there’ll be cake outside the library,” Joon says as we cross the street.

There is a crowd by the entrance. A band is playing music, and there is a table with lemonade and a stack of brochures.

Ms. MacLean, the head librarian, is pouring lemonade into paper cups. She has curly purple hair and turquoise eyeglasses. “Welcome, Jelly and Joon!” Ms. MacLean says, putting down the lemonade jug so she can shake our hands. “Be sure to take one of these brochures about our programs and our hours of business.”

Ms. MacLean knows us from the old library, which was just two rooms in an old house.

“Congratulations on your new library!” Joon says to Ms. MacLean. “This one will have room for a lot more books. I hope you’re getting a raise!”

Ms. MacLean laughs. “Have a look inside, girls. You are right—there is a lot more room for books! There is also room for many other exciting things. But first I have something special for you two!”

“Is it edible?” Joon asks.

“Not unless you eat paper and drink ink!” Ms. MacLean takes her briefcase from under the table, reaches in and gives us each a spiral notebook. She also gives us each a pen that says Readers Rule.

This library is huge. It has three floors and giant glass windows. In the middle is an atrium, a large open area with a glass ceiling. There are desks for reading and studying, like in the old library. But this library also has couches, armchairs and even beanbags for sitting on.

The staircase is wide enough for twenty people to sit on every step. When we reach the top, Joon and I turn to look back at the ground floor. “Those stairs are like benches in an auditorium. The library could put on shows here. Like when that author came to talk at the old library last year.”

“It must have cost a lot of money to build this place,” Joon says. “My dad says spending money to build libraries is a waste. He says nobody goes to the library anymore. He says people can find all the information they need online.”

“Look over there,” I tell Joon. I point to several bookcases filled with DVDs. There are cartoons, adventure movies, documentaries and more. “And look over there,” I say, lifting my chin to a door with a sign that says Multimedia and then to a sign with the letter B and two down arrows and the words Rare Books. That must be in the basement. A rare-books room would be a good place to hang out on a rainy day.

“Your dad might be wrong about nobody going to the library anymore,” I tell Joon. “There’s tons to do at this library. I don’t know about you, but something tells me we’ll be coming here a lot.”

We take a smaller staircase to the third floor, where there are offices and study rooms. There is also another large open area with sofas and bookshelves. This is called the Newspaper and Magazine Department.