Nate the Great and the Hungry Book Club

Nate the Great and the Hungry Book Club

Chapter One Torn, Ripped, Ruined My name is Nate the Great. I am a detective. My dog, Sludge, is a detective too. " Ouch! ” Right now I am a mumbling, bumbling, tripping detective. I have just tripped over a big pile of books that Rosamond left in my house.

Sludge is sniffing them. He has been sniffing them since Rosamond knocked on my door this morning. She was carrying a bunch of books. Three more were piled on her head. Rosamond looked very strange. Rosamond looks strange all the time. “ I have great news, ” she said. “ I have started a book club. I am calling it Rosamond’s Ready Readers. But there is trouble in the club. One of the members is trying to wreck my cookbook. Look! ” Rosamond took a book off her head. The other two books fell off. “ Why are you carrying books on top of your head?” I asked. “ Because I’m president of a club now.

These books help me hold my head high and look like a president. ” I, Nate the Great, knew that I was looking at a very strange president.

“ This is my new cookbook, ” she said. “ Yesterday I left it open on my kitchen table after I made treats for the club meeting. When the meeting was over, I went to get the treats for the members. The page that was open was torn, ripped, ruined! ” Sludge and I looked at the page. I, Nate the Great, say that it was torn, ripped, ruined.