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Henry Huggins feels that nothing very interesting ever happens to him. But from the moment a stray dog in the drugstore begs for a taste of his ice-cream cone and downs it in one gulp, everything is different. Henry names the dog Ribsy and decides to keep him. Before Henry even reaches home with Ribsy he spends all of his money, gets kicked off three buses, and enjoys a hair-raising ride in a police car. And that's only the beginning of Henry's exciting new life!
When Henry adopts Ribsy, a dog of no particular breed, humorous adventures follow.
A genuinely humorous story.
More Reviews and RecommendationsNew readers find a friend in Beverly Cleary, who displays an uncanny understanding of kid life in Ramona Quimby, Age 8, Henry Huggins, and other titles in her classic series of books about life on Klickitat Street -- books that hold up decade after decade.
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July 24, 2005: Henry Huggins immeditately gets you involved in the story. You will find Henry so charming and funny and Ribsy is such a fun character. I would recommend that all children read this books.
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June 05, 2002: I purchased this in an attempt to amuse our two children (9-boy and 6-girl) on a long car trip. I was pleasantly surprised that the entire family loved the stories and the time passed quickly. The reader is very good and the kids want to listen again whenever we are in the car. Highly recommended, it brought back memories of 'harvesting' night crawlers for my husband! Very entertaining for the whole family.
Name:
Beverly Cleary
Also Known As:
Beverly Atlee Bunn (birth name)
Current Home:
Carmel, California
Date of Birth:
April 12, 1916
Place of Birth:
McMinnville, Oregon
Education:
B.A., University of California-Berkeley, 1938; B.A. in librarianship, University of Washington (Seattle), 1939
Awards:
Laura Ingalls Wilder Award, 1975; Newbery Honor for Ramona and Her Father, 1978; Newbery Honor for Ramona Quimby, Age 8, 1982; Newbery Medal for Dear Mr. Henshaw, 1984
Beverly Cleary was inadvertently doing market research for her books before she wrote them, as a young children’s librarian in Yakima, Washington. Cleary heard a lot about what kids were and weren’t responding to in literature, and she thought of her library patrons when she later sat down to write her first book.
Henry Huggins, published in 1950, was an effort to represent kids like the ones in Yakima and like the ones in her childhood neighborhood in Oregon. The bunch from Klickitat Street live in modest houses in a quiet neighborhood, but they’re busy: busy with rambunctious dogs (one Ribsy, to be precise), paper routes, robot building, school, bicycle acquisitions, and other projects. Cleary was particularly sensitive to the boys from her library days who complained that they could find nothing of interest to read – and Ralph and the Motorcycle was inspired by her son, who in fourth grade said he wanted to read about motorcycles. Fifteen years after her Henry books, Cleary would concoct the delightful story of a boy who teaches Ralph to ride his red toy motorcycle.
Cleary’s best known character, however, is a girl: Ramona Quimby, the sometimes difficult but always entertaining little sister whom Cleary follows from kindergarten to fourth grade in a series of books. Ramona is a Henry Huggins neighbor who, with her sister, got her first proper introduction in Beezus and Ramona, adding a dimension of sibling dynamics to the adventures on Klickitat Street. Cleary’s stories, so simple and so true, deftly portrayed the exasperation and exuberance of being a kid. Finally, an author seemed to understand perfectly about bossy/pesty siblings, unfair teachers, playmate politics, the joys of clubhouses and the perils of sub-mattress monsters.
Cleary is one of the rare children’s authors who has been able to engage both boys and girls on their own terms, mostly through either Henry Huggins or Ramona and Beezus. She has not limited herself to those characters, though. In 1983, she won the Newbery Medal with Dear Mr. Henshaw, the story of a boy coping with his parents’ divorce, as told through his journal entries and correspondence with his favorite author. She has also written a few books for older girls (Fifteen, The Luckiest Girl, Sister of the Bride, and Jean and Johnny) mostly focusing on first love and family relationships. A set of books for beginning readers stars four-year-old twins Jimmy and Janet.
Some of Cleary’s books – particularly her titles for young adults – may seem somewhat alien to kids whose daily lives don’t feature soda fountains, bottles of ink, or even learning cursive. Still, the author’s stories and characters stand the test of time; and she nails the basic concerns of childhood and adolescence. Her books (particularly the more modern Ramona series, which touches on the repercussions of a father’s job loss and a mother’s return to work) remain relevant classics.
Cleary has said in an essay that she wrote her two autobiographical books, A Girl from Yamhill and My Own Two Feet, "because I wanted to tell young readers what life was like in safer, simpler, less-prosperous times, so different from today." She has conveyed that safer, simpler era -- still fraught with its own timeless concerns -- to children in her fiction as well, more than half a century after her first books were released.
Word processing is not Cleary's style. She writes, "I write in longhand on yellow legal pads. Some pages turn out right the first time (hooray!), some pages I revise once or twice and some I revise half-a-dozen times. I then attack my enemy the typewriter and produce a badly typed manuscript which I take to a typist whose fingers somehow hit the right keys. No, I do not use a computer. Everybody asks."
Cleary usually starts her books on January 2.
Up until she was six, Cleary lived in Yamhill, Oregon -- a town so small it had no library. Cleary's mother took up the job of librarian, asking for books to be sent from the state branch and lending them out from a lodge room over a bank. It was, Clearly remembers, "a dingy room filled with shabby leather-covered chairs and smelling of stale cigar smoke. The books were shelved in a donated china cabinet. It was there I made the most magical discovery: There were books written especially for children!"
Cleary authored a series of tie-in books in the early 1960s for classic TV show Leave It to Beaver.
Cleary's books appear in over 20 countries in 14 languages.
Cleary's book The Luckiest Girl is based in part on her own young adulthood, when a cousin of her mother's offered to take Beverly for the summer and have her attend Chaffey Junior College in Ontario, California. Cleary went from there to the University of California at Berkeley.
The actress Sarah Polley got her start playing Ramona in the late ‘80s TV series. Says Cleary in a Q & A on her web site: “I won’t let go of the rights for television productions unless I have script approval. There have been companies that have wanted the movie rights to Ramona, but they won’t let me have script approval, and so I say no. I did have script approval for the television productions of the Ramona series…. I thought Sarah Polley was a good little actress, a real little professional.”
What was the book that most influenced your life, and why?
The book that made the greatest impact on my life was The Dutch Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins. Let me explain. When I was in the first grade I was afraid of the teacher and had a miserable time in the reading circle, a difficulty that was overcome by the loving patience of my second grade teacher. Even though I could read, I refused to do so. My despairing mother made sure that we had children’s books in our house. One rainy Sunday when I was in the third grade and in the days before TV I picked up a book to look at the pictures and discovered that even though I did not want to, I was reading and actually enjoying The Dutch Twins. I have been a reader ever since.
What are your ten favorite books, and why?
My favorite books are a constantly changing list, but one favorite has remained constant: the dictionary. Is the word I want to use spelled practice or practise? The dictionary knows. The dictionary also slows down my writing because it is such interesting reading that I am distracted.
My other favorites at this time fall into categories. Novels by British writers are among my favorites because our family has enjoyed travel in England and because they are written with an economy of words as if they were written with a pen instead of a computer. Penelope Fitzgerald is a favorite. Recently I have read Flight of the Maidens by Jane Gardam and Atonement by Ian McEwan and have recommended them to others. I also enjoy autobiographies because I am curious about the lives of others as seen by themselves. This House of Sky and Heart Earth by Ivan Doig, memories of hardscrabble ranching, were both enjoyable and enlightening to read about. I wouldn’t care to live such a life myself.
Favorite films?
This is a tough one. In my grammar school years back in the 1920s I used my ten-cents-a-week allowance for Saturday matinees of Douglas Fairbanks movies. All that swashbuckling and leaping about in the midst of the sails of ships! In high school my favorite was It Happened One Night with Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert. Ah…romance. Then came Gone with the Wind, the original version, not the version shown on TV today which has cut most of the history of the South and left only the love story. A film we recently have seen twice is Mr. Holland’s Opus, a moving story of a composer’s struggle to reconcile his creativity with his family responsibilities, a familiar problem in our household. I also enjoyed it because it was filmed at my high school, U.S. Grant in Portland, Oregon.
Favorite music?
I particularly enjoy cello music because our daughter plays the cello. I have listened to her practice for so many hours that I am familiar with the music written for that instrument. I am also fond of the popular music of the 1930s because my future husband and I danced to it so many Saturday nights when we were in college. He held me close and sang in my ear in his beautiful tenor voice: “You’re as sweet as a red rose in June, dear…” Ah...youth.
If you had a book club, what would it be reading, and why?
My book club would read and discuss The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, one of the great works of American fiction. I read it when I was about 12 years old and was so eager to find out what happened next that I am sure much of the novel’s meanings passed me by.
Who are your favorite writers, and what makes their writing special?
James Thurber is one of my favorites because of his wit and his view of American life. I have read all of the novels of Barbara Pym, tragic-comedies about women who live quiet English lives, the sort of women we have seen in villages when we have traveled in England. I always look forward to the next book by Anne Lamott who writes with self-mocking and brutal honesty about her own life in California. Although I do not read my own books, I have enjoyed writing them. Perhaps this makes me one of my favorite writers.
What else do you want your readers to know?
I like to read, walk, cook, and travel to cities. We live in the country so we miss museums and the bustle of city life. I also enjoy needlework of any kind and have made many of my own clothes and those of our children, knit sweaters for the whole family, designed and made needlepoint tapestries and pieced two quilts which now hang on the walls of our son’s home. At present our daughter-in-law and I are working on an embroidered wall hanging with a crazy-quilt background. When I am writing a book I also enjoy ironing, an idiosyncrasy that probably makes me sound more domestic than I really am. Working with my hands frees my imagination.
Henry Huggins feels that nothing very interesting ever happens to him. But from the moment a stray dog in the drugstore begs for a taste of his ice-cream cone and downs it in one gulp, everything is different. Henry names the dog Ribsy and decides to keep him. Before Henry even reaches home with Ribsy he spends all of his money, gets kicked off three buses, and enjoys a hair-raising ride in a police car. And that's only the beginning of Henry's exciting new life!
A genuinely humorous story.
This tape celebrates fifty years since the book's publication, and it starts with an interview with Beverly Cleary that will probably be of more interest to parents than children. But soon we are thick in the humorous day-to-day adventures of Henry and his friends on Klickitat Street. The story still works for children and parents listening to this tape, and whether they grew up on Cleary or not, they will understand why it has been a classic since publication. Neil Patrick Harris has voice range and dramatic expression that bring all the characters to life, from Ribsy's growls to Henry's mom's resignation at the way Henry handles his dilemmas. There are two cassettes, unabridged. 2001, Harper Children's Audio, $18.00. Ages 6 up. Reviewer: Susie Wilde
Gr 2-5-Actor Neil Patrick Harris reads Beverly Cleary's novel (Morrow, 2000) with verve and expression in this excellent book-on-tape production of the 50th Anniversary edition of the book. Henry's discovery of a stray dog, Ribsy, is just the beginning of a year of excitement and fun. He hunts night-crawlers, raises gallons of guppies, is stuck with a horrible part in the school operetta, and nearly loses Ribsy in this delightful, classic children's book. Harris creates different voices for each character. He particularly gets into the chapter on the school play, making that section especially hilarious. At the beginning and end of the tape, there is an interview with Cleary that provides interesting insights into what inspires her and her views on the writing process. This exceptional production will delight listeners.-Teresa Bateman, Brigadoon Elementary School, Federal Way, WA Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Loading...| Introduction | 2 | |
| 1 | Henry and Ribs | 7 |
| 2 | Gallons of Guppies | 30 |
| 3 | Henry and the Night Crawlers | 55 |
| 4 | The Green Christmas | 80 |
| 5 | The Pale Pink Dog | 108 |
| 6 | Finders Keepers | 136 |
Henry Huggins estaba en tercer grado. Tenía el pelo como cepillo delimpiar piso y ya había mudado los dientes. Vivía con su mamáy su papá en una casa blanea cuadrada en la calle Klickitat. Aparte dela operación de las amígdalas a los seis años, y del brazoroto cuando se cayó de un cerezo a los siete, muy poco le sucedía aHenry.
Oialá pasara algo emocionante, pensaba Henry a menudo.
Pero nunca le pasaba nada interesante a Henry, sino hasta un miércolespor la tarde del mes de marzo. Todos los miércoles después de claseHenry iba en autobu's a la "Y. M. C. A.", a nadar. Nadaba una hora, se ibaotra vez en autobús, y Ilegaba a su casa exactamente a la. hora de lacena. Eso le gustaba, pero no era nada. del otro mundo.
Cuando Henry salió de la. "Y. M. C. A. " ese miercoles, se detuvo amirar a un hombre que estaba quitando un cartel del circo. Luego, con tresmonedas de cinco centavos y una de diez en el bolsillo, se dirigió a la.farmacia de la esquina a comprar un helado de chocolate en barquillo.Creía que iba a comerse el helado, subir al autobús, echar susdiez centavos en la ranura y andar hasta Ilegar a su casa.
Pero no fue eso lo que pasó.
Compró el barquillo y pagó con una de sus monedas de cinco. A la.salida. de la farmacia se detuvo a mirar las historietas cómicas. Era unvistazo gratis, porque sólo le quedaban dos monedas de cinco.
Estaba allí parado, chupando su helado de chocolate y leyendo una de lashistorietas cuando oyó un pum, pum, pum. Henry sevolteó y vio a unperro allí a su espalda, rascándose. El perro, no era de ningunaraza especial. Era muy pequeño para, ser perro grande, pero, por otraparte, era demasiado, grande para ser perro, chico. No era blanco porquetenía partes color café y partes negras y entre, ellastenía manchas amarillentas. Tenía las orejas paradas y la colalarga y rala.
El perro, tenía hambre. Cuando Henry chupaba, éI chupaba. CuandoHenry tragaba, éI tragaba.
-- Hola, perrillo, -- dijo Henry. -- Este helado, no es para ti.
La cola hizo juip, juip, juip. Los ojos cafés pareclan decir:"Sólo, un poquito.
-- Vete, -- le ordenó Henry. Pero no lo, dijo muy fuerte. Y le, dio unaspalmaditas en la cabeza.
El perro meneaba la, cola más y más. Henry chupó unaúltima vez. -- Ay, está bien, -- dijo. -- Si tienes tantahambre, pues cómetelo.
El barquillo de helado desapareció de un mordisco.
-- Ahora vete, -- le dijo Henry al perro. -- Yo tengo que tomar elautobús para irme a casa.
El chico se dirigió a la puerta. El perro tambi6n.
-- Vete, perro flacucho. -- Henry no lo dijo en voz muy alta. -- Vete a tucasa.
El perro se echó a los pies de Henry. Henry miró al perro y elperro miró a Henry.
-- Yo creo que tú no tienes casa. Estás tan terriblemente flaco.Las costillas se te salen.
Pum, pum, pum, contestó la cola.
-- Y no tienes collar, -- dijo Henry.
El chico se puso a pensar. ¡Si se pudiera quedar con el perro! Élsiempre había querido tener un perro propio y ahora se habíaencontrado un perro que lo quenía a él. ¡No podía irse asu casa y dejar a un perro con hambre en la calle!
¡Qué dirían su mamá y su papá! Tocó las dosmonedas de cinco que tenía en el bolsillo. ¡Ya! Usaría unapara telefonear a su mamá.
-- Vamos, Ribsy. Vamos, Ribs, mi viejo. Te voy a Ilamar Ribsy porque eres tanflaco.
El perro salió trotando detrás del chico hasta la caseta delteléfono en la esquina de la farmacia. Henry lo metió en lacaseta y cerró la puerta. Él jamás había usado unteléfono público. Tuvo que poner la guía telefónicaen el piso y pararse en puntillas para alcanzar la bocina. Le dio elnúmero a la telefonista y echó una moneda en la cajilla.
-- Aló... ¿Mamá?
-- ¡Vaya, es Henry! -- Su mamá parecía sorprendida. -- ¿Dónde estás?
-- En la farmacia al pie de la "Y. M. C. A."
Ribs empezó a rascarse. Pum, pum, pum. Dentro de la caseta los golpessonaban fuertes y retumbantes.
-- Por el amor de Dios, Henry, ¿qué es ese ruido? -- lepreguntó su mamá.
Ribs se puso a gemir primero y luego a aullar. -- Henry, -- grit¿ laSra. Huggins, -- ¿estás bien?
-- Sí, estoy bien,-- contestó Henry también a gritos. Élnunca podía entender por qué su mamá pensaba siempre que aél le pasaba algo cuando no le pasaba nada. -- Es Ribsy, nomás.
-- ¿Ribsy? -- Su mamá estaba exaltada. -- Henry, ¿puedeshacerme el favor de decirme qué es lo que pasa?
-- Es lo que estoy tratando de hacer, -- dijo Henry. Ribsy aullómás fuerte. La gente se estaba juntando alrededor de la caseta paraver lo que pasaba. -- Mamá, me encontré un perro. ¡Cómome gustaría quedarme con él! Es un perro bueno y yo me encargo dedarle la comida y de bañarlo y todo lo demás. Por favor, mami.
-- No sé, mi amor. -- dijo su mamá. -- Tienes que pedirle permiso atu papá.
-- ¡Mamá!- se lamentó Henry. -- ¡Eso es lo que tú medices siempre! Henry se hallaba cansado de estar en puntillas; además,en la caseta se sentía mucho calor. -- ¡Mamá, por favor, dimeque sí y jamás pediré otra cosa en toda mi vida!
-- Bueno, está bien, Henry. Creo que no hay razón para que notengas tu perro. Pero tienes que traerlo en el autobús. Tu papáanda con el carro hoy y yo no puedo ir por ti. ¿Te las arreglas?
Henry Huggins. Copyright © by Beverly Cleary. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.Henry Huggins was in the third grade. His hair looked like a scrubbing brush and most of his grown-up front teeth were in. He lived with his mother and father in a square white house on Klickitat Street. Except for having his tonsils out when he was six and breaking his arm falling out of a cherry tree when he was seven, nothing much happened to Henry.
I wish something exciting would happen, Henry often thought.
But nothing very interesting ever happened to Henry, at least not until one Wednesday afternoon in March. Every Wednesday after school Henry rode downtown on the bus to go swimming at the Y.M.C.A. After he swam for an hour, he got on the bus again and rode home just in time for dinner. It was fun but not really exciting.
When Henry left the Y.M.C.A. on this particular Wednesday, he stopped to watch a man tear down a circus poster. Then, with three nickels and one dime in his pocket, he went to the comer drugstore to buy a chocolate ice cream cone. He thought he would eat the ice cream cone, get on the bus, drop his dime in the slot, and ride home.
That is not what happened.
He bought the ice cream cone and paid for it with one of his nickels. On his way out of the drugstore he stopped to look at funny books. It was a free look, because he had only... Henry Huggins. Copyright © by Beverly Cleary. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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