Anastasia at Your Service
By Lois Lowry
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Twelve-year-old Anastasia has a series of disastrous experiences when, expecting to get a job as a lady's companion, she is hired to be a maid.
Lois Lowry
Lois Lowry is the author of more than forty books for children and young adults, including the New York Times bestselling Giver Quartet and the popular Anastasia Krupnik series. She has received countless honors, among them the Boston Globe–Horn Book Award, the Dorothy Canfield Fisher Award, the California Young Reader Medal, and the Mark Twain Award. She received Newbery Medals for two of her novels, Number the Stars and The Giver.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Anastasia gets her first job. What she thinks she's getting is being a "companion" to a wealthy elderly woman. What she actually gets is being a maid. She despises her employer, Mrs. Bellingham, but it turns out that Mrs. Bellingham has a granddaughter, Daphne, who is just Anastasia's age. And she's a major trouble maker. But all the same, they become friends.Mixed in with this story is a serious injury to Anastasia's little brother, Sam, and a trip to the old neighborhood where her father grew up.Anastasia's parents are still two of the most wonderful parents in YA literature.All in all, a cute, funny, light hearted story, as the previous books were.Note: Very small, but worth noting this complaint... Very close together, we learn that Daphne has mowed a Nazi swastika into the grass of her front yard, just to shock her parents, and that in playing a game of "would you rather" one of the options Anastasia's mother gave her was "Would you rather join the Ku Klux Klan, or..." These two bits, intended as shock-humor for the pre-teen audience, don't fare well today, and shouldn't have when the book was written (1982). Nazis and the Klan are simply not things to make jokes about... they are currently active terrorist groups, both with extreme racist philosophies. I wish Lowry had left these brief bits out and substituted something else.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Not so clear and tender as the first two, but still warm and sweet.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Anastasia is back with another hilarious caper. This time she decides to get a job as a "companion to a wealthy, elderly woman." Instead, she is hired as a maid. Hi-jinks ensue.Anastasia continues to be a very realistic character, surrounded by wacky secondary characters, getting into odd situations, but learning lessons very common to pre-teens. Recommended.
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Anastasia at Your Service - Lois Lowry
Copyright © 1982 by Lois Lowry
All rights reserved. Originally published in hardcover in the United States by Houghton Mifflin Books for Children, an imprint of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 1982.
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Lowry, Lois.
Anastasia at your service.
Summary: Twelve-year-old Anastasia has a series of disastrous experiences when, expecting to get a job as a lady’s companion, she is hired instead to be a maid. Sequel to Anastasia Again.
[1. Servants—Fiction. 2. Friendship—Fiction.]
I. De Groat, Diane, ill. II. Title.
PZ7.L9673Amd 1982 [Fic] 82-9231
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ISBN: 978-0-395-32865-1 hardcover
ISBN: 978-0-544-43916-0 paperback
eISBN 978-0-547-34568-0
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[Image]Groan,
said Anastasia Krupnik feebly, and kicked the living room couch with one sneaker. She was lying on the living room floor. She was terribly depressed. She was so depressed that she had been acting out all the deathbed scenes she could think of. Beth, in Little Women. (A few small coughs, and then, weakly, Farewell, my dear sisters.
)
Juliet. (A gulp of poison, a horrible face because poison probably tasted terrible, and then, sadly, Sorry things didn’t work out, Romeo.
)
Charlotte, in Charlotte’s Web. (No final words, because spiders can’t talk. But a few writhes. Probably spiders would writhe, dying. Then all eight legs—or six? Anastasia couldn’t remember—straight up in the air. Tough to act that one out, when you have only two legs.)
She wondered what would happen if her parents found her dead on the living room floor. Probably her mother would say, "For Pete’s sake, I just cleaned this room yesterday, and now look at it."
She groaned again. Groan.
Feebly still, but a little louder.
There was no response from anywhere. Deathbed scenes weren’t any fun at all without an audience.
GROAN,
she roared, finally.
Her mother appeared in the doorway with an orange potholder mitten on one hand.
Did you call me?
she asked cheerfully. I thought I heard someone call ‘Mom.’
I was groaning, for Pete’s sake,
said Anastasia. Can’t you even recognize a groan when you hear one?
Do it again.
GROAN,
roared Anastasia. Then she went on, dramatically, I am dying. I have clasped an asp to my bosom.
"Must have been a heck of a disappointment for the asp. You hardly even have a bosom."
Mom!
Anastasia sat up and threw a cushion at her mother.
"Sorry. That was a rotten thing to say. You’ve got the groaning wrong, though, incidentally. You don’t say ‘groan’ when you’re groaning. A good groan sounds like this: ‘Arrgghh.’"
Hey, that’s pretty good.
You try it.
Arrggghhhh.
Not bad. I would have come right away if I’d heard that. Do it again, louder.
AAARRRRGGGGHHHHH.
Terrific. Wait a minute while I get my cup of coffee and then I’ll ask you what’s wrong.
Anastasia followed her mother to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of Kool-Aid.
Now then,
said her mother as she stirred her coffee, what seems to be the problem?
Severe depression.
Anastasia sighed.
"Well, I can see that. What’s causing the depression?"
Anastasia thought while she sipped her Kool-Aid. Boredom,
she said. And also poverty. Extreme poverty.
I can relate to that,
said her mother. "At least to the poverty part. Your dad and I have never been rich. We never will be rich. English professors don’t make very much money, and he’s always going to be an English professor, because he loves it. And I’m always going to be an artist, because that’s what I love, and artists never make much money."
Mom,
said Anastasia patiently, "I’m not talking about that kind of poverty. I’m talking about twelve-year-old, extreme, desperate, two-dollar-a-week-allowance kind of poverty. If I really did want to kill myself with an asp, I wouldn’t be able to, because I wouldn’t be able to afford an asp."
True,
said her mother. Asps don’t come cheap in Massachusetts.
And as for the boredom . . .
"Yes. Tell me about the boredom. I can’t remember ever being bored. Also, Anastasia, I can’t remember you ever complaining of boredom before. Just last week you were in and out of the house all the time, with a million things to do. You were playing tennis every day, and you were off riding your bike, and when I wanted you to help with the dishes I could never find you. Now I can always find you, because you’re always lying on the floor saying, ‘Farewell, cruel world.’ What’s happened?"
Steve Harvey.
Anastasia sighed. "The only person I know in this town. At least the only person my age. My tennis partner. My bike-riding companion. My only friend, for Pete’s sake."
I’m your friend,
said a very small voice. Anastasia’s brother, Sam, padded into the kitchen, with his shoes untied, and climbed into a chair. I want some Kool-Aid. I want my friend Anastasia to pour me some Kool-Aid, please,
he said.
Oh, for Pete’s sake,
said Anastasia. She poured some Kool-Aid into Sam’s plastic clown cup. Here. Don’t spill it.
You’re right, Sam,
said her mother, smoothing his curly hair. You are Anastasia’s very dear friend. But right now she’s not talking about two-year-old friends. What’s happened to you and Steve, Anastasia? Did you have a fight?
"No, of course not. But he’s the only person my age that I’ve met since we’ve moved here. And he was going to introduce me to other kids before school started. He was going to have a big cookout at his house. He was going to have it next week, in fact . . ."
And now he isn’t?
"Now, for Pete’s sake, he’s gone all of a sudden. Somebody called his father, some big-deal sports figure, and asked if Steve would like to go to a basketball camp in New Hampshire. They gave him a full scholarship, for Pete’s sake. Nobody’s ever offered me a full scholarship anywhere, except that time Dad offered to buy me a one-way ticket to reform school."
He was only kidding, Anastasia.
No, he wasn’t. He was really mad.
"Well, yes, that’s true, he was really mad . . ."
Because I left his dumb Billie Holiday records on the radiator and melted them.
But he didn’t mean it about reform school.
I know.
Anastasia sighed. Watch it, Sam. You’re going to spill that if you’re not real careful.
Sam had picked up the pitcher of Kool-Aid and was pouring himself another cup.
No I won’t,
said Sam sweetly. Then the pitcher slipped out of his hand. Grape Kool-Aid poured over the kitchen table and into Anastasia’s lap. Her best jeans. Her favorite shirt. Purple. And sticky. And cold.
Aarrrgggghhhh,
said Anastasia.
Sam climbed out of his chair quickly. I’m going out to play,
he said. I’m going to play in the yard.
He scooted through the back door.
Her mother grabbed two towels and a sponge and began to mop the table.
Aarrrgggghhhh,
said Anastasia again, holding her purple, cold, sticky shirt away from her body.
Sam,
called her mother through the kitchen window to the backyard, while you’re out there, look around in the bushes, would you? See if you can find an asp for your sister!
Ha, ha,
said Anastasia, dripping sarcasm along with Kool-Aid.
Anastasia loved suppertime. Especially when they had lasagna, as they did tonight. Her mother was the best lasagna maker in the whole world. If ever there was a National Lasagna Bake-Off Contest, her mother would win, she was quite certain.
She had told her mother that once. But her mother had made a terrible face, with her eyes crossed and her tongue sticking out. Apparently her mother didn’t want to win a National Lasagna Bake-Off Contest. Anastasia could understand that. Probably the prize would be an apron or something.
Even when they didn’t have lasagna, Anastasia loved suppertime, because the whole family, all four of them, were there, and they talked a lot. Often they talked about their problems, and it was absolutely amazing, Anastasia thought, how problems seemed less monumental if you talked about them while you ate lasagna. Or even pot roast, or tuna-fish casserole.
When she was older and her spelling had improved a bit, Anastasia planned to write an article for the Journal of the American Psychiatric Association. In it, she was going to tell all the psychiatrists in America that if they served dinner to their patients, preferably lasagna (though pot roast or tuna-fish casserole would be okay), their patients would be cured of all their problems much faster.
(Oh, Doctor,
Anastasia imagined a psychiatric patient saying, I see purple leopards lurking behind the furniture. I will commit suicide if they don’t go away.
Hmmmm,
the doctor would say. Would you like some grated cheese on your lasagna? Tell me more about the purple leopards.
Leopards? Were we talking about leopards? Funny, I don’t remember anything about purple leopards. I would like more salad, though. And would you pass the rolls, please?
)
Dad,
asked Anastasia as they ate, do you have your notebook with you?
He looked surprised. "Of course I have my notebook. I always have my notebook with me. Every writer does. You never know, if you’re a writer, when you might have to take notes on the human scene." He took his small leather-bound notebook out of his pocket.
No kidding. What does that mean, ‘notes on the human scene’?
asked Anastasia.
He thought for a minute. Well, I eavesdrop and observe people. Then I make notes about what I see and what I overhear. After a while, I use some of that stuff in poems.
That was fascinating to Anastasia. She had tried and tried to be a writer, but somehow she had never succeeded very well. Yet her father, when he was not busy being an English professor, was a pretty successful writer of poetry. She had never figured out just how he did it. And now it turned out to be so simple. Notes on the human scene.
Read me some,
she suggested.
He put down his fork and flipped through the pages of his little notebook. Well,
he said, here’s what I wrote just this morning. ‘Sam looks like his mother when he sleeps.’
Anastasia’s mother smiled. Sam smiled.
‘They both sleep with their mouths open, and their bottoms sticking up in the air,’
he went on.
Anastasia’s mother stopped smiling. Myron!
she said. "If you