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ahream Dispatches from the City of Angels I'm a mystery writer living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my short story, "Running Venice," in the new anthology LAndmarked for Murder. Look for it in bookstores and on Amazon.com now. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often. |
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2008-02-04 3:24 PM Judy Blume is My Hero Judy Blume turns 70!
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2008/02/03/st_judyblume.xml&page=1 “Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret.” “Fudge.” “Blubber.” “Freckle Juice.” “Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing.” Judy Blume wrote nearly all of the best books from my childhood and early adolescence. She was some sort of fairy godmother or, maybe even better, the maiden aunt who slipped you candy and pocket money and never, ever thought it was stupid that you wanted to be both a veterinarian and a ballet dancer. Children’s books are the most important books, and nobody filled up my bookcase, my imagination or my heart like she did. She’s the only author I can imagine seeing on the street and running up to hug…even though I’m a real, honest-to-God grownup…even though I haven’t read one of her books in twenty years…still. She’s that important. And I don’t think I know a woman between the ages of 20 and 45 who doesn’t feel the same way. I read that article in the Telegraph and nearly cried for all the stories of all the girls…and some boys…whose hands she held through her books, whose fears she soothed, whose questions she answered. Happy birthday, Judy. We love you! We really, really do. Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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