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“This was the eighteenth day in a row that the special was Mushroom Surprise. It was called Mushroom Surprise because it would have been a surprise if anybody had ever ordered it. No one ever did—except Louis, of course. That’s why they’d had it for eighteen days. There was always plenty left over.”

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Wayside School is Falling Down

This book is a collection of short stories that follow the misadventures of the students at Wayside School, a school that is built on a hillside and has a unique set of quirks and challenges. The students are a diverse group with their own personalities and quirks, and the school itself is a character in its own right, with its own peculiarities and problems. The narrative is filled with humor and wit, making it an engaging read for children and adults alike. more

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Louis Sachar
Louis Sachar

Louis Sachar, born on March 20, 1954, is an American author of children's literature. Known for his unique narrative style and profound thematic insights, his works have won the hearts of readers worldwide, with his novel 'Holes' being particularly popular. more

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