Harriet Spies Again

Harriet Spies Again

by Louise Fitzhugh, Helen Ericson

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Overview

Harriet M. Welsch has just received the best news of her eleventh year—Ole Golly is coming back! Harriet can still remember how sad she was when her beloved nanny married George Waldenstein and moved away. But the circumstances of Ole Golly’s return remain unclear. Where is George Waldenstein?
   With Mr. and Mrs. Welsch living in France for three months, Sport confiding that he has a crush on a girl at school, and the arrival of a mysterious new neighbor, who’s going to require a whole lot of spying, Harriet already has her hands full. Then she overhears Ole Golly saying she’s innocent—but innocent of what? Harriet the Spy is on the case and ready to help Ole Golly in any way she can.


Praise for Harriet the Spy® and Her Friends

 
Harriet the Spy®

“Harriet is . . . wholly relatable whether you’re eleven or several times that age.”—EW.com
 
Harriet Spies Again
By Louise Fitzhugh and Helen Ericson
Winner of the Edgar Award for Best Juvenile Novel

“Ericson has perfectly captured the voice and pacing of Fitzhugh’s original novel in a seamless rendering of a fresh, enjoyable story for today’s readers.” —School Library Journal

Harriet the Spy, Double Agent
By Louise Fitzhugh and Maya Gold

“Harriet the Spy is back, and Gold does a credible job of maintaining the special character and her crusty charm.” —Booklist

The Long Secret

[STAR] “Written with subtlety, compassion, and [Louise Fitzhugh’s] remarkable ability to see inside the minds of children.” —School Library Journal, Starred
 

Sport

[STAR] “A worthy successor to Harriet the Spy—and that is high tribute.” —Booklist, Starred

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780440416883
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 08/26/2003
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 104,200
Product dimensions: 5.25(w) x 7.63(h) x 0.54(d)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Helen Ericson was introduced to Harriet M. Welsch in 1964 when she was nine years old. Ericson has grown up since then and was elated when the estate of Louise Fitzhugh granted her and Delacorte Press permission to continue Harriet’s story in a companion book.
   The author lives in a small town in the Midwest with two teenage daughters, a young son, and a large cat named Goldfinger. She has degrees in both religion and law, but practices neither. Instead, she is a working journalist who also plays tennis, reads, skis, and sometimes moderates household debates.
   Like Harriet M. Welsch, Helen Ericson believes firmly in the importance of muscular verbs and interesting adjectives. Trounce and bestial are among her favorites.
 
   Louise Fitzhugh (1928–1974) was born in Memphis, Tennessee. She attended Bard College, studied art in Italy and France, and continued her studies in New York at the Art Students League and at Cooper Union. Her books Harriet the Spy, The Long Secret, and Sport have been acclaimed as milestones of children’s literature. These classics delight readers year after year.

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"I won't go," Harriet told her parents. She glared at them.

Her parents had called her down from her room while she was busy on a project. Ordinarily the cook served Harriet her dinner at six in the kitchen while her parents had martinis in the living room. Harriet looked at her watch. It was exactly six. So not only had they interrupted her project, but now they were making her late for her dinner, which was very likely getting cold.

She had been making a time line of her life. By taping sheets of paper carefully together, she had created a strip so long it reached from the door of her bedroom to the bottom of the old toy box that held all her notebooks. It had taken her twelve pieces of paper. Since Harriet would be twelve on her next birthday, she had designated one sheet for each year of her life. Then she had begun to fill in the important events. But she had barely finished half of the first page when her mother interrupted her.

SIX MONTHS. SPEAKS FIRST WORD, Harriet had just written halfway across the first-year page. She thought for a moment about what her first word might have been. She pictured herself at six months old, with her nursemaid poised over the bassinet looking down at her, probably holding a warm milk-filled bottle. What might she have said?

FIRST WORD she wrote as a subcategory. She thought about it for a while, trying to decide what a first word might be, at least a first word from the lips of a highly intelligent New York infant named Harriet M. Welsch. Carefully she printed PROCEED.

Then she went on to SEVEN MONTHS. SPEAKS FIRST SENTENCE. FIRST SENTENCE: PROCEED WITH THE FEEDING, PLEASE.

"Harriet, dear?" her mother had called up the stairs to Harriet's cozy bedroom at the top of the tall, narrow house. "Would you come down, please?"

Reluctantly Harriet had rolled up her time line and headed down the two long flights of stairs to the double living room on the first floor. "I hope we didn't interrupt anything important, dear," Mrs. Welsch said after Harriet entered the living room and sat down on a dark red velvet chair. Harriet shrugged. They would not understand the time line. It would make them feel nervous and uncertain, she thought. Her parents frequently felt nervous and uncertain about her projects.

So she said only, "I was just thinking about my infancy. Do you happen to remember my first word?"

"Of course I do! Parents never forget such things," Mrs. Welsch said. She turned to her husband. "Harry, tell Harriet what her first word was!"

Harriet's father stared blankly at her.

Mrs. Welsch gave a thin laugh. "It was cookie, dear. You were about fourteen months old, and one day you quite clearly said cookie."

"And my first sentence?" Harriet asked, glumly realizing that she would have to start her time line over with the correct information. Cross-outs were unacceptable and Harriet only used pens. Just last Christmas her parents had given her a wonderful green Waterman pen, which she treasured and used as often as possible. "What was my first sentence?"

"Well, you combined a verb and a noun, dear. You said, 'Gimme cookie.' "

"Oh," Harriet said. Well, she thought, I won't bother to erase after all. It's essentially the same thing as "Proceed with the feeding."

"Why did you want me to come down?" she asked her parents.

"We have some news to share with you. Would you like a peanut, by the way?" Mrs. Welsch put her martini down and passed a small silver dish of peanuts to Harriet.

Harriet shook her head. Ordinarily she liked peanuts, but for some reason she could feel her appetite disappearing. It made her uncomfortable when her parents announced news. Their news never seemed to be the kind of news Harriet wanted to hear. "What news?" she asked.

"Your father has received a rather important assignment from the network. Harry, wouldn't you like to describe it to Harriet?"

Mr. Welsch had been looking at the folded newspaper on the table near the peanut dish. He was pretending not to. But Harriet could see him surreptitiously glancing at the day's headlines. "Paris," he said.

"Paris?" asked Harriet with suspicion. "France?"

"We're to leave next week for Paris!" Mrs. Welsch explained in the same perky, delighted voice that she used to describe bridge tournaments or antiques auctions.

"For how long?" Harriet wasn't deceived by the voice. A little vacation in Paris would be okay, she thought. Maybe it would be a pleasant interlude before school resumed next month. But she had an ominous feeling. She was glad she hadn't accepted a peanut. It might have lulled her too quickly into a cheerful reaction, when really suspicion was called for.

Her mother wiped her lips tidily, using a small cocktail napkin printed with a red-and-green design of olives in a stack. She said something that sounded like twamah while holding the napkin in front of her mouth.

"Twamah?" Harriet repeated, wondering if perhaps her mother was speaking French, although Harriet had studied French for two years already, in fifth and sixth grades, and twamah had not been a vocabulary word.

"Trois mois," Mr. Welsch said quite clearly and with an air of impatience. "We're going to live in Paris for three months, beginning next week."

"The network has rented a lovely apartment for us, dear," Mrs. Welsch said. "Quite near the Luxembourg Gardens. Les jardins, I mean."

In her mind Harriet leapt ahead on her time line to the final sheet, the one for her twelfth year, the one that she wedged under a corner of her old toy box when the long strip was unrolled on the floor of her room. AGE ALMOST-TWELVE: MOVES TO PARIS. It was not what she had had in mind for age almost-twelve.

"I won't go," she told her parents, glaring. Then she added, "And in case you missed it, I expostulated that."

Her father looked at her through his glasses. Harriet's father was a television executive. He had an executive face, and hair that was combed in an executive way.

"Excuse me?" Mr. Welsch said.

Harriet imagined how he must look in his office when some poor scriptwriter, nervous and hungry, sat before him with a manuscript held together by a frayed rubber band and pleaded for a chance to be head writer on a sitcom so he could pay his debts and feed his starving children. Her father would probably look down through his glasses the same way. He would probably say in that same executive voice, "Excuse me?"

Harriet sighed. She repeated it. "I won't go," she said for the second time.

"No, no, I understood that part," her father said. He sipped his martini. "I didn't understand what you added, about expostulating."

"Oh. Well," Harriet explained, "Mr. Grenville says–"

Harriet's mother interrupted. "Mr. Grenville is one of Harriet's teachers at school, dear," she told Harriet's father.

He nodded. Harriet could tell he was making a note of that in his head. "Go on," he said.

"Mr. Grenville says we must use strong verbs when we write."

"Strong verbs?" Mr. Welsch took another sip of his drink.

"Yes. For example, instead of just saying ‘He walked,’ we should say ‘He ambled.’ Or ‘He strolled.’

"I see."

"And instead of ‘She said,’ it would be better to use a strong verb."

"Like expostulate, perhaps?" Harriet's father asked.

"Exactly. Expostulate is my current favorite. I have a list of favorite strong verbs in my notebook."

"And so when you told us that you wouldn't go, you wanted to be certain that we understood you weren't simply saying it. You were–"

"Expostulating," Harriet said.

"I see."

"She's very clever, dear, isn't she?" Mrs. Welsch said to her husband. She looked proudly at Harriet, who was sitting stiffly on the dark red velvet chair still glaring at both of her parents. Then she held the small dish of peanuts toward Harriet again, but Harriet once more declined. She was hoping that her failure to take a peanut–combined with the expostulating–would indicate to them how outraged she was.

"It is outrageous," she said. "The whole idea is outrageous." Harriet liked the sound of that. Probably, she decided, she would add outrageous to the list of strong adjectives she was also keeping in her notebook. "And I absolutely will not go."

"Harriet," said her father, and now he finished the last drops of his martini, set the glass down, and reached for the newspaper, "we were not planning to take you."

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Harriet Spies Again 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a great plotted story but you have to read the first book Harriet the Spy to really understand what is going on a great childrens book real classic
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
i really like this book, it's really good!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read it and then it ended so quickly i only gave it 4 stars because the end was very odd.
steven cramer More than 1 year ago
Harriet is doing her normal stuff which is spying of course and then her parents come with news that they are moving to Paris and she wont be comming and she will be staying with an unexpected someone! Read the book to find out it was amazing I loved it and I hope you will too!!!
Micayla Terry More than 1 year ago
this was the best book ever
Guest More than 1 year ago
The book has the same magic as the first book, that makes every kid want to be like Harriet. The plot isn't quite as good, and there is almost no mention of Janie. The author of Harriet the Spy would be proud.
lydiasbooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I couldn't really get into this. I preferred the original Harriet the Spy book to this one, it got a little boring and monotonous. Maybe I'm too old for it or something, but stopped reading it halfway through and going to pass it on.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It's a pretty good sequal so far
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Its great, exciting and a very good book to read when your bored.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved the first book but i do not like it when a sample ends on the middle pf a sentence. It is very annoying.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I had read the First book,and i liked it a lot,then i saw there was another book so i got it and it was better then the first one! I think that if you like the first book you should get the second,it is really good!