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I Hope Children Will Be Happy With The Books I've Written, And Go On To Be Readers All Of Their Lives.

The Humiliation That Jane Had Felt Turned To Something Else--grief Perhaps, Or Regret. Regret That She Had Not Known How To Act With A Boy, Regret That She Had Not Been Wiser.

She Means Well, But She Always Manages To Do The Wrong Thing. She Has A Real Talent For It.

Ramona Stepped Back Into Her Closet, Slid The Door Shut, Pressed An Imaginary Button, And When Her Imaginary Elevator Had Made Its Imaginary Descent, Stepped Out Onto The Real First Floor And Raced A Real Problem. Her Mother And Father Were Leaving For Parents' Night.

She Was Not A Slowpoke Grownup. She Was A Girl Who Could Not Wait. Life Was So Interesting She Had To Find Out What Happened Next.