Diary of an Awesome Friendly Kid: Rowley Jefferson's Journal

When snow shuts down Greg Heffley’s middle school, his neighborhood transforms into a wintry battlefield.

Mary Lawson was the first to die. Leaving Euston station shortly before 6.45 a.m, she made straight for her favourite breakfast stall.

Being better than everyone else was exhausting work.

The boy knew danger was coming.

NO. I refuse to share this part of my story.

The sun set at six minutes to four. Kay lay stretched out on the floor, reading the very small print on the back of the newspaper.

It turns out the Leteo procedure isn’t bullshit.

Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood. If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now.

My father built the house on Langely Lake for my mother, in the town she grew up in.

Someone is watching me. I can feel it—the eerie sensation of being followed, an invisible gaze locked on my back.

Gus Riskin sipped from a bottle of water as he surveyed Trey’s living room.

Malcolm let the canoe drift to a halt and then silently slipped in among the stiff stems