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Summary
Newbery Medal winner Beverly Cleary tells the story of a boy with a goal--and the girl who helps him achieve it.
Well-meaning Henry Huggins would do anything to get the bike of his dreams. But every idea he has keeps falling flat. Selling bubble gum on the playground gets him in trouble with his teacher. There's the paper route, but Henry's dog Ribsy nearly ruins that with his nose for mischief.
Even pesky little Ramona Quimby manages to get in the way of Henry's chance at a bike. But it's with the help of his best friend Beezus that there may be a way. After all--with a friend by your side, anything is possible.
Don't miss the beloved classic Henry Huggins books from Beverly Cleary. Boys and girls alike will be charmed instantly by an average boy whose life is turned upside down when he meets a lovable puppy with a nose for mischief. These are truly classics that stand the test of time and still leave readers 7-13 smiling.
Author Notes
Beverly Cleary was born on April 12, 1916. Her family lived on a small farm in McMinnville, Oregon, before moving to Portland. Ironically, this internationally known author of children's books struggled to learn how to read when she entered school. Before long however Cleary had learned to love books, and as a child she spent a good deal of her time in the public library.
Cleary attended Chaffey Junior College in Ontario, Ca. and went on to earned her first B.A. in 1938 from the University of California at Berkeley. Her second degree, a B.A. in library science, was bestowed by the University of Washington in Seattle in 1939. She worked for a short time as Children's Librarian in Yakima, Washington, before moving to California.
Cleary began her writing career in her early thirties. Her first book, Henry Huggins, was published in 1950. Her stories and especially her characters, Henry Huggins and Ramona Quimby, have proven popular with young readers. Her books have been translated into twenty languages and are available in over twenty countries. Some of her best-known titles are Ellen Tebbits (1951), Henry and the Paper Route (1957), Runaway Ralph (1970), and Dear Mr. Henshaw (1983). Several television programs have been produced from the Henry Huggins and Ramona stories. She also wrote two memoirs, A Girl from Yamhill (1988) and My Own Two Feet (1995).
Cleary has won many awards for her contributions to children's literature, including the American Library Association's Laura Ingalls Wilder Award in 1975, the Catholic Library Association's Regina Medal in 1980, the John Newbery Medal in 1984 and the National Medal of Arts in 2003.
Beverly Cleary died on March 25, 2021 in Carmel, California. She was 104 year old.
(Bowker Author Biography)
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School Library Journal Review
Gr 2-6Based on the endearing book by Beverly Cleary (Morrow, 1952), William Roberts does a fine job presenting the antics centered on Klickitat Street. He differentiates the voices of the numerous characters, a challenge when the key players are all kids of similar ages. Ramona's voice is particularly screechy, while Henry's is subdued. In this book, Henry has saved his money, acquired through various enterprises including the sale of cases of mysterious bubblegum found in a vacant lot, to buy a bicycle. Today's listeners may not put things in the "Bendix" and may be astonished that Henry can get a used bicycle (albeit a girl's model) for $4.04, but dogs still misbehave as do little girls like Ramona. Klickitat Street, though short on diversity, seemed a great place to grow up. This is fun family fare and fine for young readers as well.Fritz Mitnick, Shaler North Hills Library, Glenshaw, PA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
Henry and Beezus Chapter One Ribsy and the Roast Henry Huggins stood by the front window of his square white house on Klickitat Street and wondered why Sunday afternoon seemed so much longer than any other part of the week. Mrs. Huggins was reading a magazine, and Mr. Huggins, puffing on his pipe, was reading the funnies in the Sunday Journal. Henry's dog, Ribsy, was asleep in the middle of the living-room rug. As Henry looked at him, he suddenly sat up, scratched hard behind his left ear with his left hind foot, and flopped down again without even bothering to open his eyes. Henry pressed his nose against the windowpane and looked out at Klickitat Street. The only person he saw was Scooter McCarthy, who was riding up and down the sidewalk on his bicycle. I sure wish I had a bike," remarked Henry to his mother and father, as he watched Scooter. I wish you did, too," agreed his mother, "but with prices and taxes going up all the time, I'm afraid we can't get you one this year." "Maybe things will be better next year, said Mr. Huggins, dropping the funnies and picking up the sport section. Henry sighed. He wanted a bicycle now. He could see himself riding up and down Klickitat Street on a shiny red bike. He would wear his genuine Daniel Boone coonskin cap with the snap-on tail, only he wouldn't wear the tail fastened to the hat. He would tie it to the handle bars so that it would wave in the breeze as he whizzed along. "Henry," said Mrs. Huggins, interrupting his thoughts, "Please don't rub your nose against my clean window." "All right, Mom, said Henry. I sure wish something would happen around here sometime." "Why don't you go over to Robert's house? Maybe he can think of something to do," suggested Mrs. Huggins, as she turned a page of her magazine. "O.K.," agreed Henry. Robert's mother said they couldn't give the white mice rides on Robert's electric train any more, but maybe they could think of something else. "Come on, Ribsy," said Henry. Ribsy stood up and shook himself, scattering hair over the rug. "That dog," sighed Mrs. Huggins. Henry thought he had better leave quickly. As he and Ribsy started down the front steps, Robert came around the corner. "What's up, Doc?" said Robert. "Hi," responded Henry. "My dad said maybe if I came over to your house, you could think of something to do," said Robert. The boys sat down on the front steps. "Here comes old Scooter," observed Robert. The two boys watched the older boy pumping down the street on his bicycle. He was whistling, and not only was he riding without touching the handle bars, he even had his hands in his pockets. " Hi," said Scooter casually, without stopping. "Big show-off," muttered Robert. I bet be takes that bike to bed with him." "He sure thinks he's smart, " agreed Henry. "He's been riding up and down all afternoon. Come on, let's go around in the back yard, where we won't have to watch old Scooter show off all day. Maybe we can find something to do back there." Ribsy followed at the boys' heels. Unfortunately, the back yard was no more interesting than the front. The only sign of life was next door. A large yellow cat was dozing on the Grumbies' back steps, and there was smoke coming from the barbecue pit. Robert looked thoughtful. "Does Ribsy ever chase cats?" "Not that old Fluffy." Henry, understanding what was on Robert's mind, explained that Mrs. Grumbie sprinkled something called Doggie-B-Gone on her side of the rosebushes. Ribsy disliked the smell of it and was careful to stay on his side of the bushes. Robert was disappointed. I thought Ribsy might ..." "No such luck," interrupted Henry, looking at his dog, who had settled himself by the back steps to continue his nap. Henry picked a blade of grass and started to blow through it when the squeak-slam of the Grumbies' screen door made him look up. "Jeepers!" be whispered. Stepping carefully over Fluffy, Mr. Hector Grumbie walked down the back steps. He was wearing a chef's tall white hat and an immense white apron. What's cooking? was written across the hat, and on the apron was printed a recipe for Bar X Ranch Bar-B-Q Sauce. Mr. Grumbie carried a tray full of bowls, jars, bottles, and what appeared to be bunches of dried weeds. "Is he really going to cook?" whispered Robert. "Search me," answered Henry. The two boys edged closer to the rosebushes that divided the two yards. "Hello, Mr. Grumbie," said Henry. "'Hello there, Henry." Mr. Grumbie crossed the lawn and set the tray on the edge of the barbecue pit in the comer of his yard. He peeled a small object which he put into a bowl, sprinkled with salt, and mashed with a little wooden stick. Then he broke off pieces of the dried weeds and mashed them, too. Henry and Robert exchanged puzzled looks. "Need any help, Mr. Grumbie?" asked Henry. "No, thank you." Mr. Grumbie poured a few drops of something into the mixture. "Is that something that's supposed to be good to eat?" asked Robert. Mr. Grumbie didn't answer. "What's that stuff in the bowl?" asked Henry. "Herbs and garlic," answered Mr. Grumbie. "Now run along and play, boys. I'm busy." Henry and Robert did not move. "Etta!" called Mr. Grumbie to his wife. I forgot the vinegar." He coughed as a breeze blew smoke in his face. " I'll go get it for you," offered Henry, but his neighbor ignored him. Squeak-slam went the screen. Mrs. Grumbie stepped over Fluffy and walked across the yard with a bottle in her hand. "Hector, can't we take your friends out to dinner instead of going to all this trouble?" she asked, as she fanned smoke out of her eyes. "This is no trouble at all." Mr. Grumbie added a few drops of vinegar to the mixture in the bowl. Henry thought Mrs. Grumbie looked cross, as she said, "Hector, why don't you let me cook the meat in the house? It would be so much easier and then we could bring it outside to eat." Henry and Beezus . Copyright © by Beverly Cleary. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Henry and Beezus by Beverly Cleary All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.