Anastasia Krupnik, by Lois Lowry

Anastasia Krupnik, by Lois Lowry

Since I'm waiting around to discuss HP 6, I figured that it was a good time to re-read one of the best books of all time. I'd been aching to re-read it since Chrissy and I talked about it. (I apologize for linking to the hardback, but I hate hate hate the artwork on the newer paperback—that girl does NOT look like Anastasia. I doubt the model even wears glasses in real life). 

Anyway. I wanted to find a passage that just perfectly exemplified Anastasia, but I ran into a problem: Every single paragraph is just perfect. And if I choose one, I'd want to include the next and the next and the next. And at that point, I'd be running into some pretty serious copyright infringement. So all I can really say is this:  It's a perfect book. Read it. You won't be disappointed.

(Also, I love it that now, as a grown-up, I actually understand her parents' conversations—and they're FUNNY. As a kid, they went over my head the same way that they went over Anastasia's. Which is just another example of the perfection).