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“Miss Binney stood in front of her class and began to read aloud from Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel, a book that was a favorite of Ramona’s because, unlike so many books for her age, it was neither quiet and sleepy nor sweet and pretty.”

Quote by Beverly Cleary

Work

Ramona the Pest

This book is part of a series that follows Ramona's adventures, showcasing her growth and development through her humorous and often mischievous behavior. more

Author

Beverly Cleary
Beverly Cleary

Beverly Cleary is an American author renowned for her children's literature. Born on April 12, 1916, her works are characterized by their close connection to the lives of children and their humorous style, which has won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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