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  <read_at>Fri Jan 01 00:00:00 -0800 1982</read_at>
  <date_added>Tue Jun 17 09:23:03 -0700 2008</date_added>
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    <body><![CDATA[What <em>didn't</em> I learn from this book? Sheesh -- for a generation of girls raised in between the second and third waves of feminism, <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/search/search?q= Judy Blume" title=" Judy Blume"> Judy Blume</a> was nothing short of a Godsend. She answered all of the questions I was too afraid to ask, and my Baby Boomer mother was too self-involved to worry about what I was reading or what messages were therein contained. To say that she captured the zeitgeist of my generation is an understatement. Or maybe that's nostalgia talking. It <strong>has</strong> been -- gasp! -- 26 years since I read this book last... <br/><br/>I will say that the knowledge in the book -- while a bit outdated (with the &quot;belts&quot; and all) -- came in handy in later years when I found myself in a hospital after giving birth and the nurse handed me a belt and a sanitary napkin... if not for Blume, perhaps I'd have looked like an idiot in addition to feeling like one? :)]]></body>
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