Quite often somebody will say, 'What year do your books take place?' and the only answer I can give is, in childhood.
Beverly ClearyHe was dressed as if everything he wore had come from different stores or from a rummage sale, except that the crease in his trousers was sharp and his shoes were shined.
Beverly ClearyDidn't the people who made those license plates care about little girls named Ramona?
Beverly ClearyIf she can't spell, why is she a librarian? Librarians should know how to spell.
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Neither the mouse nor the boy was the least bit surprised that each could understand the other. Two creatures who shared a love for motorcycles naturally spoke the same language.
Beverly ClearyProblem solving, and I don't mean algebra, seems to be my life's work. Maybe it's everyone's life's work.
Beverly ClearyWords were so puzzling. Present should mean a present just as attack should mean to stick tacks in people.
Beverly ClearyI am not a pest," Ramona Quimby told her big sister Beezus.
Beverly ClearyShe means well, but she always manages to do the wrong thing. She has a real talent for it.
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After Father had served the chicken and mashed potatoes and peas and Mother had passed the hot rolls, Beezus decidedthe time had come to tell Aunt Beatrice about being Sacajawea. "Do you know what I did last week?" she began. "I want some jelly," said Ramona "You mean, 'Please pass the jelly,' "corrected Mother while Beezus waited patiently. 'No, what did you do last week?" asked Aunt Beatrice. "Well, last week I-" Beezus began again. " like purple jelly better then red jelly," said Ramona. ' Ramona , stop interrupting your sister," said Father. "Well, Ido like purple jelly better then red jelly," insisted Ramona."Never mind," said Mother. "Go no, Beezus." Last week-" said Beezus, looking at her aunt, who smiled as if she understood."Excuse me, Beezus," Mother cut in. "Ramona, we do not put jelly on our mashed potatoes." "I like jelly on my mashed potatoes."Ramona stirred potato and jelly aroud with her fork. "Ramona you heard what your mother said." Father looked stern. "If I can ut butter on my mashed potateos, why can't I put jelly? I put butter and jelly on toast," said Ramona. Father couldn't help laughing. "That's a hard question to answer." "But Mother-" Beezus began."I like jelly on my mashed potateos," interrupted Ramona, looking sulky.
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