Jean Ure

Boys on the Brain


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      Boys on the Brain

       JEAN URE

      Illustrated by Karen Donnelly

      

       Copyright

      HarperCollins Children’s Books An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd. 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2001

      Text copyright © Jean Ure 2001

      Illustrations © Karen Donnelly 2001

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      Source ISBN: 9780007113736

      Ebook Edition © OCTOBER 2010 ISBN: 9780007401628 Version: 2016-12-12

       For Eleanor Warren, who writes wonderful letters

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      

      Tuesday

      Friday

      Saturday

      Sunday

      Monday

      Tuesday

      Wednesday

      Thursday

      Friday

      Saturday

       Wednesday

       Thursday

       Friday

       Saturday

       Sunday

       Monday

       Tuesday

       Wednesday

       Thursday

       Friday

       Saturday

       Sunday

       Monday

       Tuesday

       Wednesday

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       Saturday

       Sunday

       Monday

       Tuesday

       Wednesday

       Thursday

       Friday

       Saturday

       Sunday

       Monday

       Tuesday

       Wednesday

       Thursday

       Friday

       Saturday

       Sunday

       Monday

       Tuesday

       Wednesday

       Thursday

       Friday

       Saturday

       Sunday

       Three years Later…

       Keep Reading

       About the Author

       Also by The Author

       About the Publisher

       Tuesday

      (1st day of winterterm)

      Honestly! Mum is impossible. She is obsessed with boys. She has boys on the brain.

      First thing she says to me, over tea: “Guess who I travelled in with this morning? Brad Sullivan!”

      Not, “How was school?” or “Who’s your new class teacher?” or “What’s your timetable like?” but Brad Sullivan.

      “He’s turning into a really nice boy,” said Mum.

      I felt like saying, “Feel free! He’s all yours!” But Mum has such rotten taste in men she might just take me at my word. My mum and Brad Sullivan! I can just see it. And then, what about poor old Harry? He’d be out on his elbow.

      On the whole I do feel that Harry is a Good Thing. The first decent bloke she’s ever had. I wouldn’t want her ditching him. So I restrained my worst impulses and said, “Really?” in a polite but yawny sort of way, hoping that she would get the message. The message being that I do not want to hear about Brad Sullivan. Or about any other boy, come to that. I am sick of the whole subject!

      Instead, I tried talking about school. I said, “I’m so relieved! Me and Pilch are both in 9C.” I’ve been worried, just lately, that they might split us up. “We’re together for almost everything,” I said. “Oh, and we’ve got Mrs. Adey for English again!”

      “Have you!” said Mum. “That’s good!”

      To be fair to her, she did try to take an interest, but in the end temptation overcame her. As usual! The opposite sex just dra-a-a-aws Mum like a magnet.

      “Brad was telling me,” (she goes) “how he’s joined this new youth thing. They’re going to put on musicals.”