Faced with the difficulties of growing up and choosing a religion, a twelve-year-old girl talks over her problems with her own private God.
I was reminded about something in this book (the mom sniffing her armpits when it gets hot) and decided to give it a nostalgia read 30 years after I read it the first time. It's amazing how timeless Judy Blume's books are. Her books were a rite of passage and if the current generation of Margarets aren't reading them, God help our civilization.
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