"Ramona Quimby is one of my best friends. We both grew up in Portland, Oregon, and when I was 8 years old, she kept me company when I was lonely. She whispered her stories to me, letting me know it was OK to ask questions, to be angry, to mess up. She taught me to be curious, to find beauty in the simple things—like curls that boing and bounce, like deep puddles good for splashing and stomping in. She laughed loud and cried until there were no more tears left. Ramona was not afraid to show emotion. She wasn’t afraid to take up space. I needed a friend like Ramona."