Tom Fletcher Book Club: I Am Not a Loser by Jim Smith

Tom Fletcher Book Club: I Am Not a Loser by Jim Smith

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I Am Not a Loser by Jim Smith

‘I’ve never minded that my name’s Barry Loser because my coolness has always cancelled it out, but ever since Darren Darrenofski joined school with his horrible little crocodile face he’s been completely ruining my life about it.’

Read Tom’s Review:

For people who like poop jokes (everyone).

This is the book your parents won’t want you to read…which is exactly why you SHOULD read it!

If you want funny, read this book. If you want silly, read this book. If you want food, eat this book…actually, it’s probably best you don’t eat it. I belly laughed out loud at this book until Fronkle came out of my nose. The illustrations are hilarious and Barry Loser might just be the funniest book in the book club. If anyone makes being a loser look keel, it’s Barry Loser!

Favourite Quote:

At least I don’t look like a poo bum crocodile

P.S. if you do decide to eat this book I recommend reading it first.

PARENTS – this is a great book for reluctant readers. Super simple, fast paced with great illustrations.

Read an Extract from Barry Loser: I Am Not a Loser:

Being a Loser

I’ve never minded that my name’s Barry Loser because my coolness has always cancelled it out, but ever since Darren Darrenofski joined school with his horrible little crocodile face he’s been completely ruining my life about it.

He’s always slurping on cans of Fronkle then burping in my ear.

When I complain that the burp is really loud and stinks of Fronkle he does this annoying little dance and sings ‘Barry Loser’s a Loser’ to the tune of ‘Happy Birthday to You’, which doesn’t work because it’s got too many syllables.

I was in the playground the other day when a ringpull hit me on the back of my neck and went down my jumper and into my pants. I turned round and it was Darren Darrenofski again.

‘Nice really long shoelaces, Barry Loser,’ he said, then he did a burp that went on for about an hour.

‘That’s how long they are,’ he said when it was finished.

‘At least I don’t look like a poo bum crocodile,’ I said back, which sounded a bit loserish when it came out of my mouth but it confused him enough so that I could run off before he threw his whole can of Fronkle at me.

Darren had got me worried that my laces were too long though and I spent the whole of Maths measuring shoelace lengths and came to the conclusion that he was right, so when I got home I cut a bit off each one.

By the way I’m a child genius so I didn’t just throw the leftovers away, I came up with an amazing use for them.

I planted them in the back garden like they were worms and watched from my window with my dad’s binocs as the little birds tried to eat them.

‘Do you want me to grab the end of Darren’s nose and stick it in a letter box?’ asked my friend Bunky as we walked home from school the next day. Bunky isn’t his real name by the way, it’s what his mum calls him.

Luckily he hasn’t heard my mum calling me ‘Snookyflumps’, although come to think of it, nothing could be worse than being called Barry Loser.

I’m gonna do something about my loserish name before Darren completely ruins my life about it even more.

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