Judy Blume's 1972 Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great is one of these novels that while I can and do much appreciate the plot-lines, the characterisation, the often spot-on descriptions of 1970s Middle Class America, I just DO NOT LIKE the main character (Sheila Tubman) all that much (if at all). Because although massively insecure, with many fears (which also unfortunately her parents do not generally take in any way seriously enough), Sheila is nevertheless constantly, annoyingly (like a typical narcissist) boasting about oh how supposedly "wonderful" and seemingly perfect in every way she is (that Sheila Tubman is a yo-yo champ, even when she is not, that she can swim, although she is not only a non swimmer but actually massively afraid of water, that she is basically and for all intents and purposes the proverbial greatest thing since sliced bread so to speak). And sorry, but I absolutely and utterly DESPISE with every fibre of myself ALL individuals( both in real life and in the novels I read) who think and proclaim that they are always right and have a ready excuse for everything.
Indeed, Sheila's constant penchant for bragging in Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great (even if this might also be a case of Judy Blume’s irony), her stretching of the truth, her frequent and nasty squabbling with her older sister Libby are thus more than a bit emotionally grating, although I actually do with appreciation also commend Judy Blume for having depicted the Tubmans as rather imperfect and somewhat dysfunctional (for while the parents are in no way ever abusive, they do seem to be rather remote and insensitive, especially towards Sheila's fears, and more than likely, her rather annoying bragging and boasting tendencies are in fact desperate measures to hide and offset her own lack of self esteem, her own insecurities and the fact that her dearest and dearest are neglectful, and at best, rather thoughtless). Definitely a worthwhile and enlightening reading experience, but Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great is not a book that I could ever even remotely consider a personal favourite by any stretch of the imagination, as I really do HATE HATE HATE Sheila Tubman as a character and so well do understand why and how she is Peter Warren Hatcher's (of Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing fame) annoying and infuriating nemesis.
Now if you have never read Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great and are actually considering a perusal either for yourself or for your children, please do note that this particular edition (which I think dates from 2007) has (annoyingly and very much unfortunately) updated some of the technology, so as to feature computers and copy machines (both of which were NOT yet in use by and for the general public when this novel was originally published in the early 1970s). And while these here upgrades are rather mild, when compared to those updates where in children's novels clearly set in the 70s and early 80s, there are multiple references to cell phones and emails (none of which thankfully and fortunately does occur in this 2007 edition Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great), still for me personally, it does really chafe that so many publishing houses seem to have the annoying and frustrating attitude that books set in the middle to the end of the 20th century (1950s - 1990s) somehow should be upgraded with regard to technology in order for 21st century child readers to be able to fully understand and appreciate them (and frankly, I consider this philosophy, this viewpoint, rather an insult to children and upon rereading, I have now firmly decided that the to and for me both annoying and unnecessary updates rankle enough to only consider a high two star, and no longer the three star ranking I was originally thinking of giving to Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great).
And finally, Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great also presents a prime example how general attitudes towards the family dog and pets in general have changed since the 70s, since the publication of the former. The fact that Jennifer the dog is basically chained in the backyard for most of the day, while this might indeed have been considered still rather acceptable in the 70s, this is definitely and fortunately not all that much tolerated nowadays, and the rather casual and cavalier attitude towards Jennifer having puppies (and that obviously neither Jennifer nor Mumford had been spayed/neutered) does feel rather dated (but in fact deliciously and informatively so, as it portrays American society and its general attitudes towards pets as it was, and is thus a perfect vehicle for discussion). And I do find it both refreshing and brave that with Sheila Tubman, Judy Blume has successfully and yes, even compassionately, presented the general truth that NOT EVERYONE likes dogs, that there are those who simply do not appreciate canines, and those, such as Sheila Tubman, who are legitimately frightened of them (and although Blume also demonstrates that many of Sheila's fears regarding dogs are rather exaggerated and even unreasonable, she also and thankfully never suggests that Sheila should simply somehow learn to be friends with Jennifer and her puppies, just because that is what many, what society as a whole seem to expect and dictate).