Erin's review of Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret
Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
I first read this book in kindergarten. After getting into an argument with the PTA lady running the school book fair about whether or not I could buy the book (I thought she was trying to imply that I couldn't read it, which I found insulting) - an argument that was ultimately settled by a call home to my mom - I brought the book home and read it all on a Friday night. Up past my bedtime, I snuck downstairs, where my parents were entertaining friends, and announced that I had a question about what a period was. Without missing a beat, my mother said "The dot at the end of the sentence." Patronized again, I cried, "I know what that kind is. I'm talking about the kind Margaret doesn't get until the end of the book!"
This is the stuff family legends are made of. Beyond that, it's a great book, but I sure am glad I don't have to use the contraptions Blume describes within as my feminine hygiene products of choice. Belts? Garters? Yikes.
This is the stuff family legends are made of. Beyond that, it's a great book, but I sure am glad I don't have to use the contraptions Blume describes within as my feminine hygiene products of choice. Belts? Garters? Yikes.
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