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Book Two of Megan McDonald’s Sisters Club series! ""Here’s hoping for a third act."" — Kirkus Reviews Alex has always been the Actor with-a-capital-A in the Reel family, and middle-sister Stevie has always been content behind the scenes. But when the school play turns out to be a musical, Stevie decides that she’s tired of being the Sensible One. Maybe, for once, she’d like to be in the spotlight! Soon the dueling divas — with little sister Joey egging them on — are in a fierce competition to see who has what it takes to play the Princess. Has Stevie broken the rules by going for what she wants, or will it be Alex who hands down the biggest betrayal of all?

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The Middle <br>Being in the middle is like being invisible. <br>Especially when you're the middle sister in a family with three girls. <br>Think about it. The middle of a story is not the beginning or the end. The middle of a train is not the caboose or the engine. <br>The middle of a play is intermission. The middle of Monkey in the Middle is a monkey. The middle of Neapolitan ice cream is . . . vanilla. <br> I'm vanilla! I shouted one day to anybody who would listen. Plain old boring vanilla.<br>Nobody listened.Alex, my older sister, ignored me. She just kept writing stuff in the margins of her play script (what else is new!) and muttering the lines under her breath. <br>Easy for her. She's strawberry. Hey! The middle of 'Farmer in the Dell' is the cheese! Joey, my younger sister, reminded me. <br> The cheese stands alone, I reminded her back. Alex looked up. There's a book about that, you<br>know. I Am the Cheese. <br>Yeah. My autobiography, I thought. Wait. You think you're cheese or something? Joey asked. You're going to give me a midlife crisis if you don't get over this, Dad said. I asked him to name one middle that is a good thing. Dad had to think. He thought and thought and didn't say anything. Then finally he told me, The middle of an apple is the core. <br> Um-hmm. The yucky part people throw away, I said. <br> How about the middle of the night? That's an interesting time, whenpeople see things differently. I pointed out that most people sleep through the middle of the night. <br>Then he shouted like he had a super-brainy Einstein idea. The middle of an Oreo cookie is the<br>sweet, creamy, best part. You can't argue with that. He was right. I couldn't argue. If I had to be a middle, that's the best middle to be. <br> See? You're the peanut butter in the sandwich, said Dad. You're the creamy center of the cookie that holds it all together. You're the glue. <br>I'm the glue? <br>Maybe Dad's right. After all, I'm the one who came up with the (brilliant!) idea for the Sisters<br>Club, back when I was Joey's age. Alex gets to be the Boss Queen, of course, so she runs the meetings. Joey (a.k.a. Madam Secretary/Treasurer) takes the notes and collects dues (if we had any money). I keep the peace. I am the glue! <p>The Sisters Club Charter by Joey Reel <br>CLUBHOUSE: Alex's room <br>MEMBERS: Reel sisters only <br>UNIFORM: Pj's are good. Plaid is bad. Except when it's pj's. <br>MASCOT: Alex's sock monkey, named Sock Monkey (I wish it was Hedgie, my hedgehog.) <br>LOGO: Three sock monkeys arm in arm <br>ALTERNATE LOGO: Troll doll with the no sign over it <br>SECRET SIGN OR HANDSHAKE: <br>Hook pinkies together while saying, Sisters, Blisters, and Tongue Twisters. <br>SECRET KNOCK: I don't know how to write it!Da-da-da, da-dee-dee-doh. <br>PASSWORD: Shakespeare (Shh! Don't tell!) <br>ACTIVITIES: Tell secrets and scary stories, eat popcorn and ice cream, stay up late, have sleepovers in Alex's room (I mean the clubhouse!). <br>DUES: Only if we need popcorn or ice cream and<br>we're out of them. <br>RULES: No throwingpillows or other objects, except in an official pillow fight.<br>No putting crumbs in Alex's bed on purpose.<br>No using Alex's brush to brush your hair .<br>No taking stuff from Alex's room (especially anything with glitter).

Fans of Meg Cabot's Allie Finkle and graduates of Judy Moody will enjoy this offering. --School Library Journal McDonald manages to squeeze a lot of action into one story, but instead of feeling frantic, it feels like a real family. --Kirkus Reviews

The Middle Being in the middle is like being invisible. Especially when you're the middle sister in a family with three girls. Think about it. The middle of a story is not the beginning or the end. The middle of a train is not the caboose or the engine. The middle of a play is intermission. The middle of Monkey in the Middle is a monkey. The middle of Neapolitan ice cream is . . . vanilla. I'm vanilla! I shouted one day to anybody who would listen. Plain old boring vanilla.Nobody listened.Alex, my older sister, ignored me. She just kept writing stuff in the margins of her play script (what else is new!) and muttering the lines under her breath. Easy for her. She's strawberry. Hey! The middle of 'Farmer in the Dell' is the cheese! Joey, my younger sister, reminded me. The cheese stands alone, I reminded her back. Alex looked up. There's a book about that, youknow. I Am the Cheese. Yeah. My autobiography, I thought. Wait. You think you're cheese or something? Joey asked. You're going to give me a midlife crisis if you don't get over this, Dad said. I asked him to name one middle that is a good thing. Dad had to think. He thought and thought and didn't say anything. Then finally he told me, The middle of an apple is the core. Um-hmm. The yucky part people throw away, I said. How about the middle of the night? That's an interesting time, whenpeople see things differently. I pointed out that most people sleep through the middle of the night. Then he shouted like he had a super-brainy Einstein idea. The middle of an Oreo cookie is thesweet, creamy, best part. You can't argue with that. He was right. I couldn't argue. If I had to be a middle, that's the best middle to be. See? You're the peanut butter in the sandwich, said Dad. You're the creamy center of the cookie that holds it all together. You're the glue. I'm the glue? Maybe Dad's right. After all, I'm the one who came up with the (brilliant!) idea for the SistersClub, back when I was Joey's age. Alex gets to be the Boss Queen, of course, so she runs the meetings. Joey (a.k.a. Madam Secretary/Treasurer) takes the notes and collects dues (if we had any money). I keep the peace. I am the glue! The Sisters Club Charter by Joey Reel CLUBHOUSE: Alex's room MEMBERS: Reel sisters only UNIFORM: Pj's are good. Plaid is bad. Except when it's pj's. MASCOT: Alex's sock monkey, named Sock Monkey (I wish it was Hedgie, my hedgehog.) LOGO: Three sock monkeys arm in arm ALTERNATE LOGO: Troll doll with the no sign over it SECRET SIGN OR HANDSHAKE: Hook pinkies together while saying, Sisters, Blisters, and Tongue Twisters. SECRET KNOCK: I don't know how to write it!Da-da-da, da-dee-dee-doh. PASSWORD: Shakespeare (Shh! Don't tell!) ACTIVITIES: Tell secrets and scary stories, eat popcorn and ice cream, stay up late, have sleepovers in Alex's room (I mean the clubhouse!). DUES: Only if we need popcorn or ice cream andwe're out of them. RULES: No throwingpillows or other objects, except in an official pillow fight.No putting crumbs in Alex's bed on purpose.No using Alex's brush to brush your hair .No taking stuff from Alex's room (especially anything with glitter).

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