- Published: 30 October 2018
- ISBN: 9780143309352
- Imprint: Puffin
- Format: Paperback
- Pages: 224
- RRP: $14.99
The Meltdown: Diary of a Wimpy Kid (13)
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When snow shuts down Greg Heffley’s middle school, his neighborhood transforms into a wintry battlefield. Rival groups fight over territory, build massive snow forts, and stage epic snowball fights. And in the crosshairs are Greg and his trusty best friend, Rowley Jefferson.
It’s a fight for survival as Greg and Rowley navigate alliances, betrayals, and warring gangs in a neighborhood meltdown. When the snow clears, will Greg and Rowley emerge as heroes? Or will they even survive to see another day?
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The Meltdown: Diary of a Wimpy Kid (13) Jeff Kinney
Book 13 in the phenomenal, best-selling Diary of a Wimpy Kid series by Jeff Kinney.
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