Banned Book Week and Anastasia Krupnik
Yesterday was the last day of Banned Book Week. To celebrate book freedom, I picked up Anastasia Krupnik by Lois Lowry for the ChickieNob. It was one of those books I loved as a kid but hadn’t thought to pass along to the kids until I saw it on a banned book list.
It speaks volumes that I had no clue why it was banned. I have no memory of anything controversial happening in the book.
As I stood in the library line waiting to check out, I started flipping through the pages and immediately remembered how much I felt a kinship with Anastasia. While I never had a small, pink wart, she had always seemed like someone I would be friends with if we lived in the same town. She was like Ramona Quimby or Margaret Simon; nice, smart girls who sometimes made mistakes while trying to figure out their place in the world.
Like wanting to name her baby brother One-Ball Reilly Krupnik.
Please? Is that why it was banned? I already knew about testicles from Then Again, Maybe I Won’t.
There is a part in the book where Anastasia talks about the poetry book her father dedicated to her, and I always think about Anastasia and the dedication when I dedicate a book to someone. And my heart still breaks when I read the line, “I’m getting memories, all of a sudden! And they don’t feel good!”
Moreover, I STILL keep an Anastasia-inspired notebook of things I love and things I hate. I love magic (real magic AND illusions), Doctor Who, and interactive fiction. I haven’t put anything on the hate list, even though I often think hateful things about other drivers on the road, so I could probably jot those things down. It makes me feel like a virtuous person that my “love” side is so long and my “hate” side is empty.
Anastasia is right, it feels good to write down the things that make you happy. So in honour of Banned Books Week, one day late, join Anastasia (and me) in listing three things you love. And if you’re feeling it, too, three things you hate.
Side note: Tomorrow is #MicroblogMonday. Get writing.