Cheesie Mack is Not a Genius or Anything
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Six U.S. pennies minted in 1909.
The title of my next book.
Unusual grandparent nicknames.
Excellent rodent jokes to add to my collection.
Have you seen a vampire or, even better, been bitten by one?
The answer to my puzzle: eighty-three cents in four U.S. coins.
Cool words that sound like what they mean.
Which three words is “skivolvunged” a combo of?
Countries with money that doesn’t break into hundredths.
Other names for sow bugs… and my science report.
What was the evidence in Goon’s pocket?
Glenn Philips’ “a half of a time” explanation.
Determining if Glenora Jean Prott was a Ms. or a Mrs.
Cheesie’s and Georgie’s junk food presentation.
Guess what it will cost to mail a letter fifty years from now.
The Harder/Bigger Word Game (THABIWOGA). [It doesn’t work. I’m a dud!]
Anything about frog and toad leg lengths.
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Cheesie Mack Is Not a Genius or Anything
My Best Friend Screams
The phone call was from Georgie Sinkoff, my best friend.
“GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!” he screamed into my ear before I could finish saying hello. And then he hung up on me.
I ran outside, yelled to Mom where I was going, and sprinted into the gully behind my house, which is in Gloucester, Massachusetts, where I have lived my whole life.
If you don’t know where Massachusetts is, look in the upper right-hand corner of the United States.
I left Alaska out because it’s too big.
Mass (sometimes we call it that) is a small state.
Only six states are smaller. Even Hawaii is bigger, but it’s kind of cheating because lots of Hawaii is ocean. I have a U.S. map on my bedroom wall, and because I look at it every night before I turn out my light, I have almost memorized it.
Gloucester (people here say GLAH-stah… weird, huh?) is the oldest fishing port in America. It was founded in 1623, only three years after the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock, which is also in Massachusetts somewhere. I have never seen Plymouth Rock, but rocks last almost forever, so I guess it’s still there.
Georgie and I live less than a mile from the Atlantic Ocean, in a neighborhood of big, old houses. Not old like Pilgrims, but Granpa says our house is older than he is, and I know he is way more than seventy. (He does not celebrate his birthday, and I don’t even know when it is. He won’t tell.)
Our houses are three blocks apart if you use the streets, but Georgie and I only go that way if we’re on our bikes. There’s a scrawny little stream in a scrawny little gully that separates our backyards, and it is so narrow that last year Georgie launched a balloon filled with chocolate pudding all the way from his bedroom window over the trees and the gully into my backyard, where my sister was playing with her friends.
I told you he has terrific ideas!
Of course I was in Georgie’s bedroom at the time, but on purpose here’s what I did not do:
1. I did not fill the balloon with pudding.
2. I did not touch Georgie’s huge slingshot.
3. I did not help pull back the rubber part.
I did not do any of these things so that if Mom or someone asked, I would not have to lie. I did help aim it, kind of. When the pudding bomb landed and splashed chocolate on you-know-who, the girls screamed like the universe was exploding—and even though we got yelled at, it was cool.
I trotted through the gully on the path that Georgie and I made, then up the other side and through the won’t-close-gate into his backyard. Once inside his back door—I never have to knock—I yelled for him. He yelled back from the basement.
I walked down the stairs. They creaked and squeaked like in horror movies. (I’m not trying to scare you—it’s just one of the details I remember.)
His house, like mine, is really old. The basement and stairs are made out of wood, and the floor is mostly dirt except for the concrete part where Mr. Sinkoff keeps his tools.
I could see a shadow moving on the basement floor, so I knew Georgie was directly beneath me, under the stairs. When I reached the bottom, Georgie stepped out and grabbed me, talking real fast.
“I found something big! Really big!”
There were cobwebs in his hair. He had one hand behind his back.
I have known Georgie my whole life. We have always been best friends… except for the time in third grade when he called me Dumbo Ears. (This is really the last time I am going to mention my ears!)
Georgie has reddish-brown hair, greenish-brown eyes, braces, and really cool glasses with bright red rims. He is already eleven and is almost twice my size. He is good at games where being big is an advantage, like basketball and football. My best sports are soccer and baseball because I am wicked fast and very excellent at catching flies.
I have brown hair, brown eyes, and a whitish scar on my thumb where a fishhook stabbed me when I was on a lake with my dad. I was eight and fooling around. Don’t ask.
Georgie and I go to the same school, have always had the same teacher, and in the summer, always go to camp in Maine.
“I was down here looking for black widow spiders,” Georgie continued. “I figured if I caught one in a jar, we could use it to scare your sister. But this”—
Georgie brought his arm around and held up a yellowed envelope with one corner ripped off—”was completely hidden between those two boards.” He pointed under the stairs, but I took my eyes off the envelope for only a second. “It’s addressed to my house, but the name is”—he squinted at the envelope—”G. J. Prott.”
“Probably there was somebody named G. J. Prott who lived here before you guys,” I said. Georgie nodded. “Look what was in the envelope!”
He held out a piece of paper folded up small, then opened it. Inside were a silvery metal heart on a silvery metal chain and one penny.
“A penny? Not exactly treasure, Georgie.”
“Yeah, but this necklace is probably real silver. And what if there’s more hidden stuff? Like gold and diamonds.”
I picked up the necklace and held it high between us. The lightbulb on the basement rafters was not very bright, but the heart sparkled as it spun slowly.
“I bet a hypnotist could use this to hypnotize people,” I said.
Georgie didn’t say anything. Maybe I’d sort of hypnotized him.
I placed the heart necklace back on the paper in Georgie’s hand and examined the coin. The back looked a lot different from any other penny I’d ever seen, but the front had the same face on it: Abraham Lincoln, our sixteenth president.
(Glenn Philips, the smartest kid in my class, can name all the presidents and all the vice presidents. In order!)
I looked at the date on the coin. “This penny was made in 1909.”
That snapped Georgie out of his trance. He grabbed the penny and peered at it closely. “That means it’s over a hundred years old.”
One of us said, “Whoa.”
I don’t remember who.
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Read from Book Two: Cheesie Mack Is Cool In A Duel
Read from Book Three: Cheesie Mack Is Running Like Crazy!
Read from Book Four: Cheesie Mack Is Not Exactly Famous
Read from Book Five: Cheesie Mack Is Sort Of Freaked Out
Excerpt copyright © 2011 by Stephen L. Cotler. Illustrations copyright © 2011 by Adam McCauley. Published by Random House Children’s Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.
The Original Cover
The original cover of this book—and Book 2—(both illustrated by Adam McCauley) have been replaced by new ones (illustrated by Douglas Holgate) because the people who publish my books thought my covers would look better with much bigger pictures of me. (Don’t start saying I’m conceited. It wasn’t my idea.)
There are lots of characters in my books, and most of them were pictured on the original covers. If you don’t know who everyone is, click here for a rundown.
What People Are Saying About My Book:
“Fifth-grader Ronald “Cheesie” Mack’s problems (like how to outsmart his evil older sister) may be ordinary, but in the hands of first-time author Cotler they’re plenty entertaining. Playful use of language. Many entertaining bit characters. Cotler blatantly sets readers up for Cheesie’s next adventure; after this installment, they’ll be ready for it.”
— Publishers Weekly
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“Ronald “Cheesie” Mack and his best friend, Georgie, are about to graduate fifth grade and embark on the best summer ever. Readers will be happy to learn that Cotler’s debut is the first in a new series. Cheesie chattily narrates his own story; his voice rings true, and the other characters are a gently quirky, appealing lot. His periodic invitations to read posts on or add stories to the CheesieMack.com website will hook denizens of the digital generation.”
— Kirkus Reviews
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“Ronald, aka Cheesie, Mack is looking forward to a summer of scheming with his best friend, Georgie, terrorizing his sister June “the Goon,” and finally attending camp with Georgie as cool older campers. [T]hen Georgie finds an old letter containing a century-old penny and a locket, a mystery that eventually leads the pals to the Haunted Toad, a local rundown mansion. This is Cheesie’s story, and his easygoing, accessible voice will certainly appeal to middle-grade readers. From the plot to unleash mouse madness at the school graduation to his obsession with besting his older sister, the action here is all fun and games.”
— Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books
“Ronald Mack—better known as “Cheesie”—is an almost-11-year-old with a knack for silliness and trouble. Cheesie’s best friend, Georgie, is with him every step of the way. When the boys find a mysterious envelope, they’re in for the adventure of a lifetime. [A] rollicking read.”
— School Library Journal
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Hi Steve I just got into your books my grand father new you do you recognize the name David George Sylvester he is my grand father he gave me the books. Peace out
Of course I know your Grandfather!
I knew your mom, too.
I LOVE YOUR BOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I really liked your book, and I can’t wait to read the second (good thing I listened to my mom when she said I should give it a try). PS – my birthday is in October and I’m turning eleven. Also, my nickname has food in it too… Maya Papaya.
I love your nickname. They could’ve called you Maya Jambalaya. I have eaten jambalaya one time…and LOVED it! If you’ve never heard of it, it comes from West African, French, and Spanish cooking, and it’s kind of spicy, made mainly of meat and vegetables mixed with rice.
I LOVE your books that whenever I get a chance I read them. They are sooo good!!!!
Thank you, Anasimone (which I think is a VERY COOL name!)
hey I am reading your first book right now so I was wondering why did you make this book and can you tell me a joke please?By the way I love your books
Okay, here’s a joke my Granpa told me.
A man walks into a bar. What does he say?
Hi I love ur books so much I’m a girl in 6 grade and goon is just like my sis and I cant wait for ur new boo when I read ur first book I fell in love keep up the good work
You live in Maine! I love Maine! My second book totally takes place in Maine.
If you read it, let me know if you think I have written correctly about your state.
Ok you should push him harder too do so.
Hi, Ant (cool name!)
Sorry. Too much work for me. Websites are Cheesie’s thing. I draw, play hoops, and hang out as Cheesie’s best friend.
Georgie is hard to push. He’s BIG!
Chessie, does Georgie have a website??? If not please tell him to make one, and he can make some books, too.
Georgie does NOT have a website. Because he is so good at drawing, I have begged him to do one, but nope. He is too lazy.
Cheesie can you make another book????? Pleese!!!!
I like your book.
I loved your books
Thanks. Did you know my first book was chosen by the Illinois State Library Media Association as a Bluestem Nominee, one of the best books of 2014?
cool book and you havea friend and always stay by his side
If you are talking about Georgie, he is my BEST FRIEND 4Effer!
I got a signed copy of the first book when I was like 10 cause my school gave them to everyone surprised this is active pretty neato
Hi Cheesie, you are plainly awesome. Goon is a nerd and totally is stoououuupyyddd (which is an even stupider way of spelling stupid) and just…sucks. You should tell the team that helped you made this website that it is very complex and amazing. Go Cheesie! Oh, and EMAIL ME ONLY!
Thanks for your comment about my website. It is VERY LARGE and COMPLEX!
I thought cheesie mack Is not a genious or enything was awsome-ley-awsom!!!
Hey. I loved your book. My sister has the original cover one and the author signed it! (well it’s you) but anyways, she still has it and it’s really old. You came to her school, Lamprey River Elementary School.
in New Hampshire!
Yes, that’s the one! (sorry for the late comment)
Read cool duel today loved it your the best. Have a great day
I loved it. I loved it so much. So much that I almost cried.
I am so sorry. Somehow I overlooked your comment…and now it is weeks later, and you probably thought Cheesie didn’t care about kids from Alki Elementary. Well, that is absolutely NOT true. I have actually been to your school. REALLY! I HAVE!
Just ask Mrs. Iba in the Library!
I love your book so much! And here is my prefer: You can make June’s lunch(I mean Goon’s, but anyway)everyday and she will be nice to you(I didn’t mean everyday school lunch, just for weekends and breaks),and stop Point Battle(I know Point Battle are fun, but just stop anyway, or else).
You can make June’s lunch(I mean Goon’s, but anyway)everyday and she will be nice to you(I didn’t mean everyday school lunch, just for weekends and breaks),and stop Point Battle(I know Point Battle are fun, but just stop anyway, or else).
You MIGHT be right. Maybe she would be nice. But I don’t think it is likely.