If there’s one certainty amidst the chaos of puberty, it’s that you’re going to feel misunderstood. Misunderstood by your friends, your siblings, your sex ed teacher and, above all, by your parents. Indeed, when you start to undergo those pesky physical and emotional changes, it inevitably feels as though no one on this godforsaken planet can empathize with what you’re going through–that is, of course, unless you’re lucky enough to stumble across a Judy Blume book.
Rising to popularity in the 1970s, Blume was one of the first young adult authors to actually confront the nitty gritty of puberty—to write casually about breast size, periods, female masturbation. But the beauty of Blume lies foremost in the fact that, when you’re an angsty young girl, opening a Blume book feels like someone putting their hand on your shoulder and simply saying, “I understand.” For the first time, it feels like they actually do.
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