This spring, Judy Blume’s books have all been re-released, with snazzy new covers. And of course, this prompted a lot of musing in and around my house, about firsts, and favorites. For reasons I’m still a little unclear about, my parents forbade me to read Judy Blume—then again, these are the same people who’d march me out of a movie if there was any kissing in it or, crime of all crimes, nudity. So my response was to steal the books from the library.
The first? Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. I read it by flashlight under my bedcovers in the middle of the night. I remember liking it just fine, and also being slightly confused by it. And then, when I was through with it, literally throwing it out the window to avoid 1. being caught with it by my mother and 2. being caught attempting to return it to the library.
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