In the final book of this bestselling easy-to-read series, Hank begins a new chapter! When a well-known author of a beloved book series visits Hank's school, he and his two best friends get the chance to be her guide for the day and introduce her at an assembly. But Hank, embarrassed by his struggles with reading, tries to hide the fact that he's never actually finished reading the author's books--or any book, for that matter! So Hank gets creative and makes up his own version of the story. But will everyone be able to tell fact from fiction? This bestselling series written by Henry Winkler and Lin Oliver is perfect for the transitional reader. With a unique, easy-to-read font, endless humor, and characters every kid would want to be friends with, any story with Hank is an adventure! Henry Winkler is an actor, producer, and director, and he speaks publicly all over the world. He has a star on Hollywood Boulevard, was presented with the Order of the British Empire by the Queen of England, and the jacket he wore as the Fonz hangs in the Smithsonian Museum in Washington, DC. But if you ask him what he is proudest of, he would say, "Writing the Hank Zipzer books with my partner, Lin Oliver." He lives in Los Angeles with his wife, Stacey. Lin Oliver is a writer and producer of movies, books, and television series for children and families. She has written more than forty books for children, and one hundred episodes of television. She is cofounder and executive director of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators, an international organization of twenty thousand authors and illustrators of children's books. Scott Garrett's work has appeared in GQ , The Guardian , Los Angeles Times , The Boston Globe , Businessweek , and more. Chapter 1   “Emily,” I said to my sister. “When they take your picture, say ‘toenails.’”   “Eeuw, why would I say ‘toenails’?” she answered. “They’re gross.”    “Because saying the word moves your lips into a smile,” I explained. “Which, I might add, you don’t know how to do.”   We were walking down the school hall heading toward the bulletin board where they display the pictures of everyone who wins an award. If you want to be famous, it’s the best bulletin board in the school. Every kid at PS 87 has to pass by it at least twice a day.   And today they were taking a picture of Emily to put up on display. She had been picked as Reader of the Month . . . again.   “Hank, you’re just jealous because I’m getting my picture up on the bulletin board and you’re not,” Emily said.   The annoying thing about Emily is that she’s always right. I was jealous. This was the second time she had been picked as Reader of the Month, this time for having finished thirteen books in thirty days. Ask me how many books I’ve finished.   The answer is not one.   I want to read, I really do. But my eyes never seem to make friends with the words on the page. All those letters swim around like fish in a pond.   Just once, I’d like to win an award and get my picture pinned right in the center of the board. It could be for anything. Like being the best tuna-fish sandwich eater. I’m really good at that. Or for falling asleep. I can fall asleep before my eyes are even closed.   But no one gives out awards for those things, especially the head of my school, Principal Love. He’s got a mole on his cheek that looks just like the Statue of Liberty without the torch. Every time he laughs, it looks like the mole is doing the hula. I bet he wishes they gave out awards for the best mole.   When Emily and I reached the bulletin board, my parents were already there. They had come early to be sure they didn’t miss taking even one picture of Emily. They have a whole photo album just for Emily and her awards. Their smiles were so big, you could see every one of their teeth, even the yellow ones in the back.   “Yoo-hoo, kids,” my mom shouted. “We’re over here!”   My mom always calls out to us as though we can’t see her. I don’t know why she does that. My eyes are working fine. It’s my brain that doesn’t work so well.   Both my parents were wearing the green buttons our school gives out that say I’M A PROUD PS 87 PARENT. I wondered if that meant they were proud of both of us or just Emily.    “Oh, look,” Emily said. “The whole family is here for my special day.”   “Not exactly,” I pointed out. “If you notice, Cheerio’s not here.”   “Hank, Cheerio is a dog.”   “To you. To me, he’s my younger furry brother.”   “Well, he shouldn’t be here. He doesn’t appreciate books.”   “Are you kidding?” I said. “He loves chewing on them! And the ones he likes the best, he pees on.”   Principal Love arrived then, his face lighting up when he saw Emily. The mole on his cheek was dancing up a storm.   “Hello, all you Zipzers!” he said with a big grin. “You’re looking very zippy today.”   “It’s a special day for Emily,” my father said.   Principal Love took a key from his pocket a