On the weekend I told everyone about this hilarious book I’d just finished called What Reggie Did on the Weekend. (Have you read it? Of course you have. You must have. Why else would you be here?) Anyway, it was so good that I cried when it was finished. Okay, I might have made that up. The crying part, I mean. I didn’t really cry. Instead, I followed Ma around the house and said “Please can I read book 2? Please can I read book 2? Please can I read book 2?” nine-hundred and twenty-one times. What’s that? Yes, thank you, that is a remarkable achievement, isn’t it? Yes, Ma’s very proud of me.
Anyway, so now you’re wondering if the second Reggie book is as good as the first Reggie book, right? Well, let’s just say you may not own enough underpants to get through this one. Seriously.
*Every Monday at school, Reggie writes an essay that begins with “On the weekend…” WARNING: It’s possible he’s not kidding about the underpants thing*
Anyway, so now you’re wondering if the second Reggie book is as good as the first Reggie book, right? Well, let’s just say you may not own enough underpants to get through this one. Seriously.
*Every Monday at school, Reggie writes an essay that begins with “On the weekend…” WARNING: It’s possible he’s not kidding about the underpants thing*
