Ramona's World

If she can't spell, why is she a librarian? Librarians should know how to spell.

She wanted a grown-up to be wrong for a change. She was tired of the rightness of grown-ups.

Ramona considered all these worries ridiculous, so she ignored them.

Daisy picked up the large, limp cat that was almost too heavy for her. “This is Clawed,” she said. “C-l-a-w-e-d,” she spelled. “Not like a man’s name. My brother named him Clawed because he had been clawed by another cat when he found him hiding in a gutter. Daddy says he hopes Jeremy never finds a wounded skunk.

The book I read said ten is the nicest age of growing up. It said ten-year-olds are pleasant and agreeable

People often called Ramona bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. When she was younger, she blinked her eyes, held up her hands like paws, and wiggled her bottom as if she were wagging a tail.

Ramona was the sort of girl who was always early because something might happen that she didn't want to miss.

She tried to make up for speaking so disagreeably by stroking him, but Clawed merely turned his head long enough to give her a look that said, You are not my friend.

Ramona, are you having problems with your income tax?” Mrs. Quimby asked, behaving as if she were serious even though she was joking.

and she can’t wait to get rid of me and she never wants to see me again as long as she lives.

That’s my brother Germy,” said Daisy. “He thinks he’s a genius because he’s in high school.” “Jeremy,” corrected the brother to Ramona and added, “Tinsel Teeth,” to his sister.

I know,” answered Yard Ape, “but we just keep him for a pet.

The world, Ramona decided, was full of people who used their dictionary skills and probably weren’t any fun. Then

The rainy winter days passed quickly. Thanksgiving came and not long afterward Christmas vacation. Ramona missed Daisy, who went with her family to visit her grandparents. When she returned, the girls spent an afternoon dressing up Roberta in the clothes she had received for Christmas. Roberta was agreeable to having a dress pulled over her head, her arms stuffed into a sweater, her head shoved into caps. She enjoyed the girls’ admiration. She was not so happy about a pair of crocheted slippers with ears and tails that looked like rabbits, a gift from Howie’s grandmother, who enjoyed crocheting. Roberta did not care for the slippers.

You have a little brother," she reminded him. "I know," answered Yard Ape, "but we just keep him for a pet.

She was often excited. She liked to be excited.

Hello, you old dog,” Henry said. “You can’t have my ice cream cone.

the front, brushed her teeth, and went to bed