The One and Only Bob
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A #1 New York Times bestseller and a #1 Indie bestseller!
"Good dog Bob. Great to have a best friend.”—Danny DeVito
Return to the unforgettable world of the Newbery Medal-winning and #1 New York Times bestselling novel The One and Only Ivan in this incredible sequel, starring Ivan’s friend Bob! Catch up with these beloved friends before you see the star-studded film adaptation of The One and Only Ivan, now available on Disney+!
Bob sets out on a dangerous journey in search of his long-lost sister with the help of his two best friends, Ivan and Ruby. As a hurricane approaches and time is running out, Bob finds courage he never knew he had and learns the true meaning of friendship and family.
Bob, Ivan, and Ruby have touched the hearts of millions of readers, and their story isn’t over yet. Catch up with these beloved friends before the star-studded film adaptation of The One and Only Ivan hits theaters in August 2020!
One and Only Bob is an instant #1 New York Times bestseller, embraced by new and old fans of Katherine Applegate's beloved One and Only Ivan. Great for summer reading or anytime! A Today show pick for “25 children’s books your kids and teens won’t be able to put down this summer!"
In the tradition of timeless stories like Charlotte's Web and Stuart Little, Katherine Applegate blends humor and poignancy to create an unforgettable story of friendship, family, and hope.
The One and Only Bob features first-person narrative; author's use of literary devices (personification, imagery); and story elements (plot, character development, perspective).
This acclaimed middle grade novel is an excellent choice for tween readers in grades 5 to 8, for independent reading, homeschooling, and sharing in the classroom.
Katherine Applegate
Katherine Applegate is the Newbery Medal-winning and #1 New York Times bestselling author of numerous books for young readers, including the One and Only series, the Endling series, Crenshaw, Wishtree, the Roscoe Riley Rules chapter books series, and the Animorphs series. She lives with her family in Nevada.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Time has passed since "The One and Only Ivan" and Bob is now a pampered pooch. While this book was okay, I thought it lacked the charm and heart that the first book had. For one thing, Bob was too opinionated and all the talk about dogs at the start was frustrating. I felt the author was too preachy and the hurricane event was unnecessarily prolonged.I was so glad when Ivan and Ruby finally made an appearance, they are still my favourite characters but neither of them had a big enough role, in my opinion. After "The One and Only Ivan", this was a disappointing read and an unnecessary sequel.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I was not really sure what to expect with this sequel to The One and Only Ivan, and the first part was mainly showcasing Bob's personality, but it did get real - but in a different way than Ivan - when a natural disaster hit.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Katherine Applegate has a wonderful, distinctive voice, and I adored The One and Only Ivan. In the sequel, Bob, the dog, is cute and sweet and funny. The problem is that there is no plot. And nothing really happens until halfway through the book. I'm sure my young library patrons will enjoy it, but I was a bit disappointed.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Sequel to the award winning the One and Only Ivan. Bob is now living with Ruby but visits his friends at the mall requlally. A hurricane changes all of their lives and Bob gets to meet his sister.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pretty good. Bob the dog's point of view is very well done. Danny DeVito makes a good narrator. Not as good as the first book. Here a tornado hits the park.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The One and Only Bob (The One and Only Ivan #2) by Katherine Applegate was a great sequel to Ivan. I don't think it was as heartbreaking, which I am thankful for, but it had plenty of emotions. Bob is the little pup from book one that Julia now keeps. A lot happens in here that Bob deals with, some deals with how he feels about himself. I very touching story!
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5It’s great, I got the book from the library and I love it so far. Only read a few chapters, but 5 stars! I would give it a 6 or 7, if I could. ❤️
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5There's some recycling of other Applegate books in this sequel to The One and Only Ivan. The novel is told in an almost verse-like structure, sometimes with just a few short sentences on a titled page, as with Applegate's Home of the Brave. Bob, the narrator and central character, is very reminiscent of Endling in her Endling trilogy. As with Endling's bare repetition of common fantasy quest tropes, I found Bob's faux bravado and cynicism, and his frequent acts of altruism covered with "what kind of idiot am I for doing this", annoyingly cliched. But the story is saved at the halfway point when a hurricane literally tears everything apart. Though the events are seteups for a potential movie, this is when Applegate's skill at mixing action with emotions and deeper themes -- in this case human-animal relationships -- comes to the fore. Sharp edges to characters appear that were missing in the first half, both with someone very important to Bob, and Kimu, a captive wolf. Kimu appears briefly in only a few scenes but very effectively so.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Although there were touching moments, I didn’t enjoy this as much as The One and Only Ivan.
Book preview
The One and Only Bob - Katherine Applegate
One
confession
Look, nobody’s ever accused me of being a good dog.
I bark at empty air. I eat cat litter. I roll in garbage to enhance my aroma.
I harass innocent squirrels. I hog the couch. I lick myself in the presence of company.
I’m no saint, okay?
and while i’m at it . . .
I may or may not have eaten a pepperoni pizza with anchovies when nobody was looking.
Also, I may or may not have eaten a coconut vanilla birthday cake when nobody was looking.
Also, I may or may not have eaten a Thanksgiving turkey (except for the stuffing—way too much rosemary) when nobody was looking.
Nobody looking. That seems to be the common thread.
As they say on the crime shows: motive and opportunity.
robert
Name’s Bob.
I’m a mutt of uncertain heritage. Definitely some Chihuahua, with a smidgen of papillon on my father’s side.
You’re probably thinking I’m some wimpy lap dog. The kind you see poking out of an old lady’s purse like a hairy key chain. But size ain’t everything.
It’s swagger. Attitude. You gotta have the moves.
Probably I shoulda been named Bruiser or Bamm-Bamm or Bandit, but Bob’s what I got and Bob’ll do me just fine.
Julia named me. Long time ago. She’s my girl. She calls me Robert
when I get on her nerves.
Happens pretty often, to be honest.
numero uno
There’s an old saying about us dogs, goes like this: It’s no coincidence that man’s best friend can’t talk.
Lemme tell you something. If we could talk to people, they’d get an earful.
You ever hear anyone mention man being dog’s best friend?
Nope?
Didn’t think so.
Way I’ve always figured it, end of the day, you gotta be your own best friend. Look out for numero uno.
Learned that one the hard way.
That’s not to say I don’t have a best pal. I do.
Gorilla, name of Ivan. Big guy and I go way, way back.
Gorilla and dog. Yep, I know. You don’t see that every day. Long story.
I love that big ol’ ape. Ditto our little elephant friend, Ruby.
They’re the best.
how we met
The first time I met Ivan, I was a homeless puppy. Desperate, starving, all alone.
It was the middle of the night, and I’d slipped into the mall where Ivan lived in a cage. I wandered a bit, grateful for the warmth, confused by the weird assortment of sleeping animals I found there, checking every trash can for anything edible.
There was a small hole in a corner of Ivan’s enclosure. He was fast asleep, cuddled up with a worn stuffed animal that looked like a weary gorilla.
He was snoring, and man, that guy snored like a pro.
In his open palm was a chunk of banana, and—I still get shivers when I think about this—I ate it right out of his hand.
Guy coulda squeezed his fingers shut and I woulda popped like a puppy balloon. But he just kept on sleeping.
And then—more shivers—I am either a maniac or the bravest dog on the planet, probably a little of both—I hopped up onto that big, round, furry tummy of his.
That’s right. I climbed Mount Ivan.
Crazy, I know. I have no idea what I was thinking. Maybe I was so exhausted I went a little bonkers. Maybe he just looked so warm and cozy that I figured it was worth taking a chance.
I did my bed boogie. Dogs don’t feel right till we do a quick dance before settling.
Once I had things just so, I lay down in a little puppy lump and rode the waves on that tummy like a puny boat on a great brown sea.
When Ivan opened his eyes the next morning, he didn’t seem surprised in the least to find a puppy snoozing on his belly. He refused to move until I woke up.
I think he was as glad as I was to have found a new friend.
the amazing history of man’s best friend
Before long, me and Ivan were best buddies.
We’re an unlikely pair, sure. Ivan’s calm and serene, a philosopher, an artist. I wish I could be more like that. No one’s ever accused me of being levelheaded.
Hotheaded, sure.
And I can’t talk pretty like Ivan can. I’m a street dog, after all. And proud of it.
Still, we clicked, in a way I never had with humans. Man’s best friend
? No way. Gorilla’s best friend
? You bet.
Seems to me the first time I ever heard that phrase—man’s best friend
—was while I was watching TV with Ivan.
Back in the day, Ivan had this little television, and we watched a lot of stuff together. Old movies, Westerns, cartoons, you name it. Poor guy was stuck in a cage, didn’t have a lot else to do except throw me-balls at gaping humans.
Anyways. Me and Ivan, big fans of the tube. Cat food commercials. Pro bowling. Dancing with the Stars. What’s not to like?
Once we watched this special on the nature channel. It was called The Amazing History of Man’s Best Friend. Show was all about famous dogs. There were rescue dogs and therapy dogs and war dogs and fire dogs and movie dogs and this dogs and that dogs. And between you and me, most of ’em were just plain overachievers.
Then they got to this dog named Hach-something-or-other. Hatchet-toe, maybe? Seems his owner died (for the record, I object to the word owner,
but we’ll set that aside for now), and Hach-something-or-other sat around for over nine years in the same spot at the same train station, day after day, waiting for him to return.
Thing is, the narrator guy was blabbing on and on about this dog, really over-the-top stuff: How loyal! How loving! Break out the Kleenex! Blah blah blah, wah wah wah! Man’s best friend!
They made a statue of this dog. I kid you not.
A statue of the dog who sat around nine years waiting for a dead guy.
in my opinion
That dog was a ninny.
A numskull.
A nincompoop.
i’m yours
Lemme tell you about being man’s best friend.
Being man’s best friend can mean a lot of things. Companionship. Belly rubs. Tennis balls.
But it can also mean a dark, endless highway and an open truck window.
It can mean the smell of the wet wind as hands grab the box you’re in with your brothers and sisters and you go sailing into the unkind night and still, still, crazy as it sounds, you’re thinking, But I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.
no one
That’s what being man’s best friend can get you.
A black highway.
An empty box.
And no one in the world but you.
early days
I don’t remember much about my early puppy days. It was three years ago, but sometimes it feels like three hundred. Mostly I recall fighting with my sibs for the primo meal spot. Lots of squirming and squeaking. Everything soft and milk-smelling and movable. Like we were one great big complicated animal.
I never met my dad, and my mom didn’t say much about him, except that he was trouble. Mom had a beautiful fawn coat. Chihuahua, some this, some that. Nice messy bloodline.
Mutts rule.
Mom crooned to us. Told us stories. Laid down the law.
I wonder if she knew she didn’t have much time to prepare us for the world.
We were born in a dark place. Probably under some porch stairs, I suspect, since I remember the sound of boots plodding up and down, the biting and ugly smell of human feet.
They called my mom Reo. And they fed her most days, though sometimes she had to fend for herself.
She never showed fear toward them, or respect. Indifference, I guess you’d say. Unless they tried to handle one of us. She growled then, hoping to make it clear that we were hers and hers alone.
I myself got picked up a couple times. The hands reached in, grabbed. They were rough and smelled of strange scents, bitter and meaty.
My mom’s growl made me fearless, and I wriggled and yipped. The hands shoved me back to the warm place, where I could sleep and drink and dream in safety.
Still, I understood, in my simple puppy way, that dogs belonged to humans, and that was how it would always be.
boss
My mom wasn’t much for names. She’d had a lot of litters. I guess she’d run out of ideas.
My brother First
was, natch, the firstborn. Runt,
my youngest bro, was the last. Dot
had a little spot on her back, and Yip
was always complaining. I was Rowdy.
Goes without saying. And that left my oldest sister. We all called her Boss.
Boss was small but mean, with a distinctive sharp-sounding bark.