Yes, you read that right. Today some folks are celebrating Judy Blume. This is a literary holiday I can totally get behind. After all, Judy Blume taught me all about feminine hygiene products and puberty and how that first kiss with a boy would be really weird and a little awkward. She explained what it's like to be the fat kid in class, the lonely new girl, the odd one in and the young revolutionary.
Last summer I read the boys Iggie's House and while a little bit of the language was dated (pantsuit, davenport, dungarees), the gut message about fighting for what you believe in stood the test of time. My kids have also read Superfudge and Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing.
Spill it, reader. Which Judy Blume book was your all-time favorite? I always like Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great because I remember not wanting people to know real things about me as a kid. I had that false bravado just like Sheila, and I was the new kid, too.