Naturally Rude

Naturally Rude is the third book in a series of three hilarious books about walking disaster Ian Rude 

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It's hard for Ian not to put his foot in it with his new girlfriend, but things really toughen up when he's looking after her cello and it gets run over by a truck. Can Ian and his mates raise fifteen hundred dollars repair money in under a week? Will Ian have to work at the Pocky's Safari Park? And if his girlfriend doesn't kill him first, will the Pocky kids finish the job?  

Ian Rude and the Pockys are back in another uproarious adventure that proves that the course of true love doesn't run smoothly. It runs through the middle of a swamp -- with someone trying to stick a screwdriver up your nostril.

  

"There's no-one who does chaos quite like Linda Aronson. This is her third title about the unfortunately named Ian Rude, whose parents run a health food shop in Australia, called Rude Health. He's in year 9 now, which makes him perhaps fourteen, but I'm putting this in Junior because the kind of anarchic, spiralling pickle Ian gets himself into would appeal to readers of Roald Dahl and Mike Rosen."

  

Mary Hoffman Armadillo

  

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Sneak Peek!

An extract from Naturally Rude - when Ian goes shopping with his girlfriend..

  

  

'You don't think it makes me look . . . fat?'  

Oh, no.  

I beam. 'Nah!'

'But my bum does look big.'

What am I supposed to say? Her bum does look big. But it always looks big. It is big. It's magnificent. It's one of the best things about her figure.

My grin's fixed. 'No way.'

She's glaring. 'Don't tell me what you think I want to hear. My bum looks big in this, right?'

'I liked the neckline on that green one.'

'I didn't ask you that.' Her eyes are burning. 'I asked you, does my bum look big in this?'

She's glaring at me. The shop assistant's glaring at me. Any minute they're going to discover I've wrecked the couch, and on top of that, we're now speeding towards Death Star Fat at twice the speed of light and there's no escape.  

'Ian?'  

I'm drowning. What can I do? I know, I'll make her laugh. She loves it when I'm funny.

I fold my arms, smile broadly and say, 'Hey, your bum always looks big. Just take the one with the bow.'