Tommy Greenwald, illustrated by J. P. Coovert
Roaring Brook Press
Charlie Joe’s weekly allowance just isn’t cutting it and he desperately needs money to buy a Botman, the latest gadget to sweep his middle school. Only catch is, he wants to earn the money by doing the least amount of work possible. After several failed attempts, including a near disastrous day of dog-walking, Charlie Joe hatches a plan to throw his own bar mitzvah (no gifts please—checks only) even though he’s not Jewish. Hilarity ensues when throwing a fake coming-of-age party turns out to be much harder than it looks.
First, a little background.
I discovered the joy of money when I was little, and my parents gave me and my older sister, Megan, an allowance. Like a dollar a week—nothing major, but enough for candy, or soda, or the occasional slice of pizza when Megan would take me downtown.
In return, we were expected to do one thing: stay alive.
But then, when we started getting a little bit older, my parents—especially my mom—expected more for their money. It was small stuff, for sure: Brush my teeth for a full minute, put my clothes away (by balling