Junie B. Jones Collection: Books 1-8

Junie B. Jones is back on audio with a collection of books that began the well-loved series.

Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus
Remember when it was scary to go to school? 'Cause, it was your first day and you didn't know anything. Meet Junie B. Jones, kindergartner. She's so scared of the school bus and the meanies on it that when it's time to go home, she doesn't.

Junie B. Jones and a Little Monkey Business
It's pooey on B-A-B-I-E-S until Junie B. finds out that her new dumb old baby brother is a big fat deal. Her two bestest friends are giving her everything they own just to see him. And guess what else? Maybe she can bring him to school on Pet Day.

Junie B. Jones and Her Big Fat Mouth
Junie B.'s having a rough week. First, she got punishment for shooting off her mouth in kindergarten. And now she's in big trouble again! 'Cause Monday is Job Day, and Junie B. told her class that she's got the bestest job of all. Only, what the heck is it?

Junie B. Jones and Some Sneaky Peeky Spying
Junie B. is the bestest spier in the whole world. That's 'cause she has sneaky feet. And her nose doesn't whistle when she breathes. But guess what? Junie B. might be real sneaky. And real peeky. But when she spies on Mrs., she could get into real trouble!

Junie B. Jones and the Yucky Blucky Fruitcake
In this audio, Junie B. wins the Carnival Night Cake Walk and chooses the bestest cake of all. How was she to know it was a lethal weapon?

Junie B. Jones and that Meanie Jim's Birthday
Junie B. is NOT invited to Jim's birthday party in this great story.

Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren
Junie B. has to figure out how she can get the most handsome guy she's ever seen to love her.

Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed
Junie B. worries that Paulie Allen Puffer is right and she really does have a monster under her bed.

About The Author:

Barbara Park grew up in Mt. Holly, New Jersey. It was a small town surrounded by farmland . . . the kind of town where you greet people by name on Main Street. It was only an hour’s drive to the ocean. So every summer we spent family vacations on Long Beach Island. My brother and I would ride the waves during the day and play miniature golf at night. It’s the kind of idyllic memory that stays in your head long after you’ve grown up and moved away.

After graduating from high school and spending two years at Rider University, I transferred to the University of Alabama where I met my husband, Richard. Eventually, his job brought him to Arizona. We both fell in love with the desert and wanted to stay here forever. Still, during the heat of the Arizona summers, those ocean memories would come rushing back. So–after years of sweaty summers–my husband and I finally built a house on Long Beach Island, the same island where my brother and I rode the waves as kids. In the story business, that’s called “coming full circle.” These days, Richard and I divide our time between the desert and the ocean. In the words of Junie B. Jones, I’m a lucky duck.