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About My Big Fat Zombie Goldfish
Product Description When Tom's big brother decides to become an Evil Scientist, his first experiment involves dunking Frankie the goldfish into toxic green gunk. Tom and his best friend Pradeep know that there is only one thing to do: Zap the fish with a battery and bring him back to life! But there's something weird about the new Frankie. He's now a BIG FAT ZOMBIE GOLDFISH with hypnotic powers . . . and he's out for revenge! Mo O'Hara's debut novel, a New York Times bestseller, is the first book in a hilarious illustrated chapter book series. Review “A kooky, zany little story about a boy and his pet zombie goldfish, Frankie. The kids in my library are already clamoring for this book and I can't get it ready for the shelves soon enough for them. Keep up the good work” ―Wendy A. Emlinger“I saw this book on sale at Walmart, and I couldn't resist picking it up. The cover just popped out at me. It's a good sized book for young readers. I read it in one sitting, and I loved it!” ―Angela Roquet“The book is packed with bonkers humour … Anyone who likes books by Dav Pilkey would seriously love this book.” ―Biteso, for TheGuardian.com About the Author Mo O’Hara is the author of the My Big Fat Zombie Goldfish series. She grew up in Pennsylvania and now lives in London, where she works as a writer, actor, and storyteller, visiting theaters and schools all across the UK and Ireland. Mo and her brother once brought their own pet goldfish back from the brink of death (true fact). Marek Jagucki, the illustrator of the My Big Fat Zombie Goldfish series, is a graduate of Falmouth School of Art and Design. He is a full-time illustrator and graphic designer based in Yorkshire, UK. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. CHAPTER 1THE EVIL SCIENTIST Yesterday my big brother, Mark, turned into a real-life actual EVIL SCIENTIST. I mean, he always was mostly evil anyway—you know, knocking me down things or over things, locking me in things or out of things, squashing me under things or between things, that kind of mostly evil stuff. But lately he’s slid up the evil scale from “mostly evil” to “nearly totally evil.” It started with the way he talked. “Hey! Tom!” he shouted. “Remote! Now!” Mark spoke in short words, like his brain had shrunk or something. He grabbed the remote and kicked my foot away. “Moron,” he mumbled. My best friend, Pradeep, who lives next door, says that “moron” is a big-brother word for little brothers. His brother, Sanj, who’s also mostly evil, calls him that too. Luckily Sanj is away at boarding school though, so he can only be mostly evil to Pradeep during school vacations. I told my mom about Mark going more evil, but Mom said it’s just that Mark is “home-moanal.” Which I think is why he’s moaning at home a lot. She said he can’t help acting evil (well, she didn’t say evil exactly, but she should have). She said it’s because he has lots of “home-moans” racing around his body. Just when I thought Mark couldn’t get worse, Granny and Grandad got him a chemistry set for his birthday. It came in a huge box with big official writing on the front that read: WARNING! Only for use by children over twelve years old. To be used solely under the supervision of adults. While I was reading the box, Mark thwacked my head from behind. “Don’t touch this—got it?” he said. I walked away rubbing my head. Mostly because it hurt, but also to get my head out of the way in case he decided to thwack me again. He took out a white scientist coat and looked at all the stuff inside the box. There were bottles and test tubes and cups and little stirring things, all made of glass. Real breakable glass! Mom looked at the chemistry set and leaned over to me. “Maybe you shouldn’t touch it, dear. It looks like an accident waiting to happen,” she said. Mark put on the coat and turned around. He folded up the collar, shoved his hands in the pockets and let a creepy smile spread over his face. And
