gonna write you a letter
Like tons of others, I gobbled up all things Beverly Cleary
when I was a kid; I laughed at Ramona’s antics, wanted a dog like Ribsy, wanted
a paper route like Henry Huggins…and maybe had a secret crush on him too. There
was something familiar about Cleary’s writing, something that sucked you in
and made you feel at home, so I was glad to be returning to her work when I
picked up Dear Mr. Henshaw, 1984’s Newbery winner. (Cleary also has two Newbery
Honors for Ramona and Her Father (1978) and Ramona Quimby, Age 8 (1982).
Having read Dear Mr. Henshaw so long ago I only had a vague
memory of what it was about: a boy writing letters to his favorite author, Mr.
Henshaw. I didn’t remember the kid angst and emotions that Cleary gracefully
portrays through her protagonist, Leigh Botts,who is struggling with being the
new kid in town, his parents’ divorce, and a lunch thief—favorite part of the
book, the lunch box alarm. I enjoyed rereading this book and the jog down memory lane—thinking back on a younger version of me flopped on a bed reading. I still love this book. Would I recommend it to kids? Sure.
Ages: Amazon suggests 10 and up, I read this when I was 8.
Sequels: Strider
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