In the irresistible sequel to Emmy and the Incredible Shrinking Rat , Emmy, Joe, and Ratty rescue other children Miss Barmy has preyed upon Emmy Addison is an ordinary girl -- almost. If you don't count the fact that her parents are rich (very), her best friend is a boy (and a soccer star), and she can talk to rodents (and they talk back), she's very ordinary indeed. But she hasn't been that way for long . . . It was only a few weeks ago that Emmy and her friends Ratty and Joe got rid of the evil Miss Barmy, the nanny who had nearly ruined Emmy's life -- and the lives of five other girls who went missing. Miss Barmy is now a rat. How much harm can she do? “Fans will find plenty of adventure, fun, and all the rodents they could wish for.” ― School Library Journal “More clever, rodent-filled fantasy featuring the irascible, irresistible Raston Rat and the extraordinary Emmy--and Bean's flip-book wizardry.” ― Kirkus Reviews “Fans of the first book will be pleased.” ― Booklist Lynne Jonell is the author of the novels Emmy and the Incredible Shrinking Rat , Emmy and the Home for Troubled Girls , and The Secret of Zoom , as well as several critically acclaimed picture books. Her books have been named Junior Library Guild Selections and a Smithsonian Notable Book, among numerous other honors. Born in Little Falls, Minnesota, Jonell grew up in a suburb of Minneapolis. She now teaches writing at the Loft Literary Center and lives with her husband and two sons in Plymouth, Minnesota, in a house on a hill. JONATHAN BEAN received an M.F.A. from New York's School of Visual Arts and now lives in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. A two-time winner of the Boston Globe-Horn Book Award, for At Night and Building Our House , he is also the illustrator of Big Snow , two picture books by Lauren Thompson, and Bad Bye, Good Bye by Deborah Underwood. Emmy and the Home for Troubled Girls By Lynne Jonell Square Fish Copyright © 2010 Lynne Jonell All right reserved. ISBN: 9780312608736 EMMY AND THE HOME FOR TROUBLED GIRLS 1 EMMY ADDISON was an ordinary girl--almost.She had straight dark hair, skinny legs with a scrape on one knee, and no particular talent that she knew of. If you didn't count the fact that her parents were rich (very), her best friend was a boy (and a soccer star), and she could talk to rodents (and they talked back), she was very ordinary indeed.She hadn't been ordinary for long, but even just a few weeks were enough to convince her that she didn't want to be any other way. Since the middle of May, her teacher had actually remembered her name at school. The other kids had played with her at recess. And her parents had eaten supper with her, and asked how her day had been, and reminded her to brush her teeth, in the most normal way possible.Emmy didn't want it to end.So she made a list of all the things an ordinary ten-and-a-half-year-old should do during the summer. She posted it beside her bedroom window--theone in the turret--and she'd already managed to cross the first thing off the list. "Build a tree fort," it said, and just yesterday, she and her friend Joe had finished the best tree fort ever.It was high--too high, her mother had worried, but her father had checked it for sturdiness, added a brace, and pronounced it safe. It was tucked snugly between three branches of the tallest oak in the woods behind Emmy's house, and from its platform she could look out over Grayson Lake and see sailboats skimming on Loon's Bay. Just now, though, she was flat on her stomach with her head hanging over the edge, watching Joe sprint up the path."Hiya!" Joe skidded to a stop beneath the big oak, a pale-haired boy in a blue soccer jersey and grass-stained shorts, and grinned up at Emmy, waiting."Password?" Emmy demanded."Oh, yeah. Um ... Rat Fink?""No, that was yesterday's." Emmy propped her chin on her forearms.Joe scratched his freckled nose. "Hamster Hocks?""Last week's."Joe shot a glance over his shoulder. "Come on,Emmy. I dodged my little brother two blocks ago, but he's faster on his pudgy feet than he used to be.""It's Mouse Droppings," Emmy said resignedly, throwing down one end of the rope ladder. "You'd think you could remember a password you thought up yourself.""Sorr- ry ," said Joe, grabbing the rope. "I've remembered a message for you, though."Emmy looked down at him warily. "Who from?""Mrs. Bunjee."Emmy winced inwardly. How many girls, she wondered, got messages from chipmunks?"She asked," Joe added, swaying as he climbed, "why you haven't come to visit. She has a new recipe for acorn soup, and says you're welcome anytime."Emmy felt uncomfortable. She didn't want to seem ungrateful to the rodents who had helped her. Without the chipmunks, and the Rat, and all the rest, she would never have been able to get rid of Miss Barmy, the nanny who had nearly ruined her life.But girls who visited chipmunks were--well, weird . It was okay for Joe; he was popular, he was the best athlete i