Ramona Quimby, Age 8

"Ramona Quimby, Age 8" is like a Greatest Hits album for American literature. I think literally every scene is iconic.

Ramona has entered third grade, and her devil-may-care teacher says "Hey guys" -- and not "I wonder why I'm hearing so much noise...." This teacher also uses Sustained Silent Reading--which becomes a life-changer for Ramona.

But all isn't well. The Quimbys must economize, so that Mr. Quimby can return to school to become an art teacher. (No more thick socks for hours of work in the freezer section of the grocery store. No more memorizing of the price-change list.) Cutting corners means serving "tongue" -- and lying to your children about what's on their plate.

Mrs. Quimby has so much worry at this stage, she accidentally grabs a raw egg and stuffs it in Ramona's lunch-bag. This leads to the canonical moment: Ramona ends up spilling raw yolk all over her head.

Cutting costs also means ignoring a deteriorating car--until one adult discovers, one morning, that he can no longer drive backwards. This is *not* the source of hilarity that little Ramona *wants* it to be. In the midst of the car drama, Ramona forgets to tell an adult that she is feeling nauseated--and then we have a scene of vomit-in-the-classroom. (Little Marsha pretends to be motherly and solicitous, but she sounds just a bit too excited as she delivers Ramona to the nurse.)

Like every other reader, I view this book as a film of my own life. I feel for Ramona, as she plots a retort for Yard Ape. ("I'm not an Egghead. I'm a DEVILED Egghead.") I feel for Mrs. Whaley, as she tries to explain some intrigue in the copy room. ("It's not YOU that would be the nuisance. It's the YOLK that is the nuisance.") But on another level, I'm always thinking about craft. I love that Cleary gets "meta": She has Beezus remark, at the end, that a free dinner is "like a happy ending." (And--wonderfully--Ramona says, "A happy ending for today. There's always tomorrow....")

Someone once said that Alice Munro makes plots seem natural; "you don't see the stitches." I feel this way about the climax of "Ramona Quimby, Age 8." Home and sick, Ramona gets asked to write a "sales pitch": "Pretend you're not reviewing this novel, but selling it to potential readers." Ramona knows how this will play out: Twenty bored children mumbling, "If you want to know what happens next....you'll have to read the book..."

By contrast, Ramona uses her knowledge of cat-food commercials to have human colleagues dress up as singing cats. Like Beyonce, Ramona stands downstage: "This book was tasty and nutritious....This book gave me energy for my day....This book filled me up...." Then, borrowing from a Tums commercial: "I can't believe I read the WHOLE book!"

The success of Ramona's commercial leads Ramona to take greater risks with her teacher--and thus we have a misunderstanding cleared up, and the beginnings of a happy finale.

And it's this idea--interconnected-ness--that makes the book so special. One event leads to another, and to another, and a character can have great (subtle) power over the people around her. Every soul matters.

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