Yet when Anastasia’s parents announce that she’s going to have a new baby brother, Anastasia has to make some changes, and it’s hard when you’ve been an only child for ten years. Life is good, unless you count the fact that she hates Mr Belden in the Chemist’s, all boys and her teacher, Mrs Westvessel, who gave her an F for her (actually very good) poem. “Anastasia herself is at her best here: headstrong, inventive, endearing, and irrepressible, though not above learning from her mistakes.Ten-year-old Anastasia Krupnik lives with her father, a poetry professor, and her mother, an artist, in Greenwich Village. When she actually receives a reply from her SWM, it is the start of another hilarious and ever original episode in the eventful life of our heroine extraordinaire, the outspoken, irresistible Anastasia Krupnik. Heaven knows, she is definitely ready for romance. single white male) is on her wave length.
And she – a tall, young movie buff who hates smoking – is certain that SWM (a.k.a. “SWM, 28, boyish charm, inherited wealth, looking for tall young woman, nonsmoker, to share Caribbean vacations, reruns of Casablanca, and romance.” Sure, Anastasia is only thirteen, but a difference in age is a small obstacle when two people are on the same wave length. Just when her three best friends vow to give up boys, Anastasia Krupnik begins a secret correspondence with her ideal man, carefully selected from the personals column in her father’s magazine. “The well-turned phrase amuses, and the unexpected turn of events surprises in a plot that is tightly strung.” - Booklist, starred review ALA Notable Book So when they told Anastasia she could name the new baby when the time came, she wrote in the back of her green notebook the most terrible name she could think of. And what’s more, he was entirely unnecessary. There was no room for him, as Anastasia pointed out to her parents. Like being the only girl in the fourth grade with a name too long to fit across a tee shirt without disappearing into her armpits.Īnd then there was the matter of an impending baby brother. And really getting to know her grandmother, who was ninety-two and lived in a nursing home and could never remember her granddaughter’s name.
Like falling in love with Washburn Cummings, who had a fantastic way of walking.
It had appeared shortly after her tenth birthday and was only one of the things that were important about that year. Anastasia had a small pink wart on her left thumb.
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