I just read this article about judy blume (http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main....) and it reminded me how much i loved this book. I don't think I read Forever, or if I do, I don't remember, but I do remember that having read this book is pretty much all that made getting my period, which seemed like the most embarrassing thing in the world (my dad congratulated me on being a woman and i still remember the awkward feeling. in fact, i know exactly where i was standing), ok enough that it was something I could talk about at all. I'm also pretty sure I did that 'we must, we must, we must increase our bust' thing at some point.