while i need to get off the gawker conglomerate of snarky blogs (and i really despise the word "snark" and all its permutations, by the way), i have to admit that i must not have been keeping up on my friday blog reading. more to the point: i have missed the wonderful nostalgia trip that is the weekly fine lines feature on jezebel. each week a rediscovered young adult classic is read, critiqued, and usually, loved all over again. judy blume novels are a distinct favorite - and i have to admit, getting a chance to relive my first (or thirty-first) reading of such chutzpah-laden classics as then again, maybe i won't and starring sally j. freedman as herself feels like being ten years old all over again. to say nothing of a wrinkle in time and summer of my german soldier! julie of the wolves is next week (alaska and sexual abuse is fun for kids of all ages!), and if at any point they cover iggy's house (judy blume's attempt at inserting people of color into her highly jewish/italian new jersey/connecticut/miami centered narratives) my nostalgia trip into my childhood literature will be complete.
well, at least it's an improvement from studying amy winehouse's hair and increasingly haggard face. poor thing.
well, at least it's an improvement from studying amy winehouse's hair and increasingly haggard face. poor thing.