Junie B. Jones---- Loud, Proud, and in the Flesh.....

"Stupid Smelly Bus"!!!

We were honored to have our bookstore be the last stop on this year's 10th anniversary tour of Junie B. Jones and her Stupid Smelly Bus!!

Junie B. (the B. stands for Beatrice, but she doesn't like Beatrice, so it's just B., please) Jones and her bus driver, Mr. Woo, made a special stop at our store this afternoon for a live performance and a book-stamping!

Junie B. and her cymbals

The number of Junie B. Jones fans that poured into our store on a hot summer Saturday, when they could have been swimming or otherwise "hanging out", was staggering. We are never more surprised, thrilled, excited and in awe than when a throng of children are teetering restlessly for their favorite BOOK character to come and meet them.

Junie B. has been entertaining kids and their parents since '92 and the excitement her series has garnered, only seems to grow year after year.

Junie B. tells Mr. Woo what she was thankful for on Thankful Day

If you weren't able to make it in for the event, I hope that you get a chance to see the show somewhere else in the future. It truly was an entertaining event--- ever man, woman and child was mesmerized from start to finish. Anyone who's read any of the series will instantly recognize every scrap of the performance. And, even if you've never read any of the books, the event is entertaining enough to stand on its own.... it'll, perhaps, entice you to pick up a book or two for the child, or child-at-heart in your life.

Biggest Cymbal clap ... EVER!

Junie's friends and fans!!

Book-Stamping after the event

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