#Microblog Monday 344: Be Too Much
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This has not been a good month for beloved childhood authors. Hearing about Beverly Cleary was salt on an already raw wound.
I loved the article in the Washington Post explaining why Ramona meant so much to a generation. “Cleary took every attribute that girls were then warned away from — bossiness, brashness, hot temper — and she tucked them all into one character. And then she made that character into an inspiration.” Read to the end of the tribute. I cried with those last lines.
That sentiment—”being too much”—came from an older LitHub piece that was pushed out again this weekend. It’s a good goal to have: To be too much. I’m grateful to Cleary for giving girls a map to muchness.
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5 comments
Oh man, how many times I’ve been told I’m “too much”. As if it’s a bad thing. Cheers to Beverly Cleary and being too much, indeed.
I first discovered her through the Henry Huggins books (which I loved!). By the time I found Ramona, I was kind of too old for her (although I still read a few of them anyway, lol). And I read some of her books for teenagers too. 104, amazing…!
Yes. As the mom to a daughter who has already been told she’s “too much,” we need more Ramona in the world.
I loved the Ramona Quimby books when I was a kid. 🙂
Loved those books, loved Ramona’s “muchness.” Always think of tongue even I think of Ramona, because of when her dad loses his job and they have to make cutbacks. But man, 104 — what am amazing, long life Beverly Cleary lived. What a gift she gave (and gives) all those girls who are deliciously too much.