Anastasia at This Address: Bk 8 by Lois Lowry (English) Paperback Book

Description: Anastasia at This Address: Bk 8 by Lois Lowry Unfazed by her friends decision to give up boys, Anastasia Krupnik answers a personal ad she finds in a magazine. When the special "he" decides he wants to meet her, Anastasia finds herself in quite a predicament especially since her letters might have stretched the truth just a tiny bit... FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Outspoken and irresistable as always, Anastasia Krupnik finds that when you exaggerate the truty, things dont always turn out as planned. Unfazed by her friends decision to give up boys, Anastasia Krupnik answers a personal ad she finds in a magazine. When the special "he" decides he wants to meet her, Anastasia finds herself in quite a predicament--especially since her letters might have stretched the truth just a tiny bit... AGES: 10 - 12 AUTHOR: Lois Lowry is the author of more than thirty books for young adults, including the popular Anastasia Krupnik series. She has received countless honours, among them the Boston Globe-Horn Book Award, the Dorothy Canfield Fisher Award, the California Young Readers Medal, and the Mark Twain Award. She received Newbery Medals for two of her novels, Number The Stars and The Giver. Her first novel, A Summer to Die, was awarded the International Reading Associations Childrens Book Award. Ms. Lowry now divides her time between Cambridge and an 1840s farmhouse in Maine. To learn more about Lois Lowry, see her website at Author Biography Lois Lowry is the author of more than forty books for young adults. She has received countless honors, among them the Newbery Medal for two of her novels, Number the Stars and The Giver. Ms. Lowry divides her time between Cambridge, Massachusetts, and a 1769 farmhouse in Maine. Visit her website at Review "Anastasia herself is at her best here: headstrong, inventive, endearing, and irrepressible, though not above learning from her mistakes." Publishers Weekly -- Promotional Outspoken and irresistable as always, Anastasia Krupnik finds that when you exaggerate the truth, things dont always turn out as planned. Review Quote "Anastasia herself is at her best here: headstrong, inventive, endearing, and irrepressible, though not above learning from her mistakes." Publishers Weekly Excerpt from Book one "Mom, I need you to tell me what a word means." Anastasia peered through the doorway into the studio, where her mother was working on some book illustrations. Mrs. Krupnik looked up from the table where shed been leaning over a large sheet of paper covered with an intricate pen-and-ink drawing. "What word?" she asked. "Gwem," Anastasia said. "Gwem?" Katherine Krupnik put her pen down and stared at Anastasia. "Never heard of it. Is it English?" Anastasia nodded. "Yeah," she said. "But maybe the vowel is wrong. It could be gwim. Or gwam." "Guam is an island in the Pacific. Are you doing geography homework?" Anastasia made a face. "No. Not Guam. I should have spelled it for you. Its with a W. G-w-a-m. Or gwem, or gwim." Her mother shook her head. "Did you look in the dictionary?" "Its not there. But I know its a word because I read it in a magazine." "Well," said Mrs. Krupnik, "they made a mistake. Or maybe its a misprint. Theres no such word as gwem. Or gwam. Or gwim." Anastasia frowned. "How about gwum? It could be gwum." Mrs. Krupnik grinned. "Aha!" she said. " Gwum. That one I know." "What does it mean?" "Well, a person with a slight speech impediment? If that person is sad or depressed? Hes gwum. A wittle bit gwum and gwoomy." "Ha-ha," Anastasia said sarcastically. " Youre no help." "Sorry," her mother said. "Take a look at this, as long as youre here, would you?" She turned the paper in front of her so that Anastasia could see it. "Do the proportions look right to you? It seems to me that the guys arms are a little too long." Anastasia walked over to the drawing table and peered at the sketch, a complicated one that showed a pudgy farmer leading a long line of cows through a meadow. "No," she said, after a moment. "His arms look just fine to me. I dont know how you do it, Mom. I cant draw anything, but you just whip off these fabulous pictures with no trouble at all." "What do you mean, whip off? I went to art school for four long years, Anastasia, learning how to do this. My parents spent thousands of dollars of tuition so that I could draw cows with silly grins. Look at this one, with the daffodil hanging out of her mouth--isnt she cute?" Her mother pointed to the cow, and Anastasia nodded. "But I always have trouble drawing people, " her mother said with a sigh. "Darn it. All those years of life class--" "I gotta go, Mom," Anastasia said quickly. "Im sorry I interrupted you. His arms are just fine, really." She fled, closing the door to the studio behind her. Anastasia hated it when her mother mentioned life class. Life class was a terrible thing they did in art schools. It was a fake name: "life." It made you think they would teach you something profound, something about the meaning of life. But they didnt at all. It was really a class that taught you to draw people. Nude people. And lets face it, Anastasia thought, nude was just another word for, ugh, naked. What if nuns decided to go to art school, to learn to make nice religious drawings, of saints and stuff? And the nuns would go off happily to life class, for Petes sake, thinking they would learn about the meaning of life--a thing that nuns were certainly interested in--and they would go into that room very innocent and nun-like, and--whammo. Naked people standing around. Anastasia shuddered, just thinking of it. Probably art schools all over the country were filled with unconscious nuns being carted away on stretchers, their faces pale with shock. "Gross," Anastasia muttered, feeling sorry for nuns. She wandered back into her dads study and picked up the New York Review of Books. It was a truly boring magazine, Anastasia thought, but it had a couple of interesting pages at the end of each issue. She turned to the page shed been reading and looked at the word again. Gwem. Or gwam. Or gwim. She wondered why they hadnt put in the vowel. It was very frustrating, not knowing what the word meant. "Hi, sport. Are you turning literary all of a sudden? Theres a great article in there on the politics of Elizabethan poetry." Anastasias father came into the study, set his briefcase on the couch, and reached for one of his pipes from the assortment that stood in a rack on his desk. "Hi, Dad. Look at this, would you? Do you know what this word means?" Anastasia pointed to it. She read aloud: "Gwem, slender, thirty-five, loves sunsets, Schubert, Springsteen, and spaghetti." "Gwem?" Her father peered over her shoulder with a puzzled look. "Oh. Thats not gwem, Dumbo. Its an abbreviation, GWM. It means gay white male." "But what about this one, farther down?" Anastasia read some more: "Dijof, petite and pretty, forty-two, seeks soulmate who appreciates Woody Allen, wood stoves, and Wordsworth." "Easy," her father said, lighting his pipe. "DJF. Divorced Jewish female." "Oh! Then--lets see--SBM wouldnt be sabim! Stupid me, I thought it was sabim! It would be--" "Single black male." "Oh, neat! Its like a puzzle! Heres a divorced white female--DWF--whos looking for a dentist with a sense of humor--" "Lotsa luck," her father, who had recently had gum surgery, muttered. "And heres--hey, listen, Dad, this one sounds like you! MWM. That would be married white male, right? Just like you?" "Right. What else does it say?" "Married white male, forty-eight--thats just your age, Dad--Ivy League background, needs companion occasional New York weekends," Anastasia read, "theater, long walks, snuggling." She looked up. " Snuggling? A married guy, snuggling? " Her father shrugged and rolled his eyes. Anastasia glared at him. "Thats not you, is it?" she asked suspiciously. "Youre not planning New York weekends, are you?" Her father groaned. "You know I hate New York," he said. "And I hate long walks. And my weekends are taken. I snuggle with your mother, every weekend. Where is she, speaking of your mother? And wheres your brother?" Anastasia closed the New York Review of Books. "Shes working, in the studio. And Sams playing at his friend Adams. Theyll be bringing him home soon. Can I keep this?" "May," her father said. He was looking through the stack of mail on his desk. "Its not May, its March," Anastasia pointed out. "I was correcting your grammar. May I keep this. Yes, you may. Its last weeks; Im through with it. Read the article about the politics of Elizabethan poetry. Impress the heck out of your seventh grade English teacher." Anastasia scowled. There were enormous disadvantages to having a father who was an English professor, even if he was an MWM, 48, Ivy League background. She tucked the magazine under her arm and headed upstairs to her bedroom, on the third floor. To her bedroom, where her desk was. To her desk, where her best fine-tipped Rollerball pen was. She planned to write a letter. Anastasia was going to write to SWM, 28, boyish charm, inherited wealth, looking for tall young woman, nonsmoker, to share Caribbean vacations, reruns of Casablanca, and romance. Anastasia was only thirteen. But fifteen years didnt seem too much of an age difference. Anastasias father was ten years older than her mother, for Petes sake. The important thing was being on the same wavelength. Her parents were definitely on the same wavelength. And Anastasia was quite certain that she was on the same wavelength as SWM. She was five-seven, which was tall. She was young. She hated smoking. She had watched the old movie Casablanca so many times that she could recite some of the dialogue by heart. She thought she would like Caribbean vacations, though she had never experienced Description for Bookstore Hardcover edition $17.99 CL/$22.99 CAN 978-0-395-56263-5 Previous paperback edition Yearling, 978-0-440-40652-5, $5.99 Details ISBN0544668588 Author Lois Lowry Short Title ANASTASIA AT THIS ADDRESS Language English ISBN-10 0544668588 ISBN-13 9780544668584 Media Book Format Paperback Residence Cambridge, MA, US Audience Age 10-12 Series Anastasia Krupnik Story Country of Publication United States Year 2016 Imprint Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company Place of Publication Boston Illustrations illustrations AU Release Date 2016-03-01 NZ Release Date 2016-03-01 US Release Date 2016-03-01 Publication Date 2016-03-01 UK Release Date 2016-03-01 Pages 144 Publisher Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company DEWEY 813.54 Audience Children / Juvenile Imprint US Clarion Books Publisher US HarperCollins We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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