I brought in the book, Anastasia Krupnik, by Lois Lowry. It is the first book in the series which chronicles the life of Anastasia starting at age 10. I ordered this book from a Scholastic cagtalog for kids. I read it in about 2nd grade and within the first page I loved it. I love the Anastasia books because they are funny and heart-warming. Anastasia is a hilarious and unique character. Her thoughts and actions reflect the confusion of adolescense. I was able to relate to this well at my age. One passage that I like can be found on page 2:
"Anastasia had a small pink wart in the middle of her left thumb. She found her wart very pleasing. It had appeared quite by surprise, shortly after her tenth birthday, on a morning when nothing elseinteresting was happening, and it was the first wart she had ever had, or seen.
"It's the loveliest color I've seen in a wart," her mother, who had seen others, said with admiration.
"Warts, you know," her father had told her, "have a kind of magic to them. they come and go without any reason at all, rather like elves."
I like this passage because it introduces the three central characters. You see Anastasia's unique personality, her mother's kindness and her professor father's constant interesting comments. Anastasia's experiances are always of importance to her, like her first wart. This perspective creates a dramatic atmosphere for her, which spawns much of the book's hilarity.
Prompts:
1. In 4-5 sentences describe a memorable "first" experience that you had during your childhood, similar to Anastasia's first wart.
2. Think back to when you were ten, like Anastasia. What was your favorite thing about being ten? Least favorite?
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I remeber the first time I learned to ride a bike. I think I was five, and I was sporting my barbie helment. My dad stood behind me and pushed my bike until he thought I was ready to pedal by myself; I wasn't ready. I fell about four or five times before I finally got it. This was a big moment because not only did my Dad have faith in me, I had to learn to have faith in myself.
I remember the first time I climbed a tree. I watched my brother and my neighbor swing up into a tree, and I then tried to do it. My arms didn't feel like they were strong enough, and I wasn't tall enough. I jumped up and tried to pull myself up, but I was losing my grip. So my brother helped pull me up to the branch so I could get into the tree.
A really memorable experience was when I was learning to ride a bike for the first time. I kept falling on my face, repeatedly, but I was so determined to ride to the end of the driveway. I finally stopped caring if I fell anymore and concentrated on balancing the bike and I finally got all the way down.
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