Ramona Quimby, Age 8
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In this special reissue of Ramona Quimby, Age 8, the timeless classic now features a special foreword written by actress, producer, and author Amy Poehler, as well as an exclusive interview with Beverly Cleary herself.
Ramona likes that she’s old enough to be counted on, but must everything depend on her? Mrs. Quimby has gone back to work so that Mr. Quimby can return to school, and Ramona is expected to be good for Mrs. Kemp while her parents are away, to be brave enough to ride the school bus by herself, and to put up with being teased by Danny the Yard Ape. In Ramona’s world, being eight isn’t easy, but it’s never dull!
In this Newbery Honor Book, Beverly Cleary lovingly chronicles Ramona’s experiences.
in a day or so.” Ramona’s voice was muffled. “No, I won’t.” “Yes, you will.” Mrs. Quimby patted Ramona through the bedclothes. Ramona turned enough to look at her mother with one teary eye. “You don’t know what happened,” she said. Mrs. Quimby looked concerned. “What happened?” “I threw up on the floor in front of the whole class,” sobbed Ramona. Her mother was reassuring. “Everybody knows you didn’t throw up on purpose, and you certainly aren’t the first child to do so.” She thought a
to give a book report, she would have to listen to twenty-five book reports given by other people, another reason for wanting to stay home. When Sara left, Ramona examined the big envelope she had brought. Mrs. Whaley had written Ramona’s name on the front with a floppy cursive capital Q and beneath it in her big handwriting, “Miss you!” followed by a picture of a whale and y. I bet she doesn’t mean it, thought Ramona. She opened the envelope of the first letters anyone had ever written to her.
come right out and say so, but she did drop a hint that you are not playing as nicely with Willa Jean as you might.” Ramona heaved a sigh that seemed to come from the soles of her feet. In the bedroom, Beezus, who had run out of real sobs, was working hard to force out fake sobs to show her parents how mean they were to her. Mrs. Quimby ignored the sighs and the sobs and continued. “Ramona, you know that getting along at the Kemps’ is your job in this family. I’ve told you that before.” How
frozen-food warehouse where he worked on weekends at below-freezing temperatures. Mrs. Quimby told about two people who got into an argument over a parking space at the doctor’s office where she worked. Aunt Bea talked about a man named Michael who had invited her to go skiing and was the reason she had bought new ski clothes. Beezus wondered aloud if Michael would ask Aunt Bea to marry him. Aunt Bea laughed at that, saying she had known him only two weeks, but since this was January, there were
say “Yuck.” Most people made faces, and Yard Ape made a gagging noise. “OK, kids, quiet down,” said Mrs. Whaley. When the room was quiet, she explained that for science they were going to study fruit flies. The blue oatmeal contained fruit-fly larvae. “And why do you think the oatmeal is blue?” she asked. Several people thought the blue dye was some sort of food for the larvae, vitamins maybe. Marsha suggested the oatmeal was dyed blue so the children wouldn’t think it was good to eat.