The Great J. Blume
I saw a post on Jezebel about a Judy Blume quiz. I've tried to cut back on my quiz intake lately, but couldn't help myself on this one.
I loved Judy Blume.
I grew up with her - starting with the silly exploits of Peter and Fudge in Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, on to the breast-obsessed girls of Are You There God, It's Me Margaret, to the more mature Deenie (masturbation - oh my) and, by sixth grade, secretly on to the very dirty (in my memory anyway) Wifey.
Blume books were the first ones I read as a kid that were concerned with the things I was concerned about (boys, boobs, embarrassing tween angst) and, in a world that didn't yet have Harry Potter, they were the thing that actually got all of my girlfriends reading books. Do kids still read Judy Blume? Or is it all Twilight now?
And for the record, I got 82% on the quiz.
I loved Judy Blume.
I grew up with her - starting with the silly exploits of Peter and Fudge in Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, on to the breast-obsessed girls of Are You There God, It's Me Margaret, to the more mature Deenie (masturbation - oh my) and, by sixth grade, secretly on to the very dirty (in my memory anyway) Wifey.
Blume books were the first ones I read as a kid that were concerned with the things I was concerned about (boys, boobs, embarrassing tween angst) and, in a world that didn't yet have Harry Potter, they were the thing that actually got all of my girlfriends reading books. Do kids still read Judy Blume? Or is it all Twilight now?
And for the record, I got 82% on the quiz.
posted by Jen @ 11:32 a.m.
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