Judy Blume
Judy Blume
Judy Blumeis an American writer known for children's and young adultfiction. Some of her best known works are Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret, Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, Deenie, and Blubber. The New Yorker has called her books "talismans that, for a significant segment of the American female population, marked the passage from childhood to adolescence."...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth12 February 1938
CityElizabeth, NJ
CountryUnited States of America
Another thing all writers have in common is we're all observers. We pay attention to detail.
I can't let safety and security become the focus of my life.
I love you, Michael Wagner.” “Forever?” he asked. “Forever,” I said.
Suppose there aren't any more A + days once you get to be twelve? Wouldn't that be something! To spend the rest of your life looking for an A + day and not finding it.
Caitlyn isn't someone to get over. She's someone to come to terms with, the way you have to come to terms with your parents, your siblings. You can't deny they ever happened. You can't deny you ever loved them, love them still, even if loving them causes you pain.
Ideas come from everywhere - they come from what you see and hear and imagine.
some changes happen deep down inside of you. And the truth is, only you know about them. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.
Something awful happens to a person who grows up as a creative kid and suddenly finds no creative outlet as an adult.
I like to read fiction best and I like to write fiction, too.
My insides still turn over when he looks at me that certain way.
I still get angry when older people assume that everyone in my generation, screws around. They're probably the same ones who think all kids use dope. It's true that we are more open than our parents but that just means we accept sex and talk about it. It doesn't mean we are all jumping into bed together.
I'm lucky that so many children visit my website. At least I get to talk with them that way.
Concentrate on how good if feels to be alive. No matter what. Just to see the color of the sky, just to smell the air, and feel the wind in your face
I think about Lenaya and Hugh. Will they know how much I've changed this year? Will they have changed too? I'll wait until tomorrow to find out. And then it's possible I won't find out after all. Because some changes happen deep down inside of you. And the truth is, only you know about them. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.