One of my personal goals is to read more. Most everyone I know seems to be reading constantly, and me? I am most likely found reading nail polish blogs. So, I would like to start reading on a more regular basis, and then I can write here what I thought of the book. I’m not a critic, and I don’t try to be.
I finished my first Judy Blume book a few minute ago. No, just kidding: the only Judy Blume book I have ever read before today was Freckle Juice. I do not remember much about that particular title except freckles, something I’ve never had to worry about. But today, as an adult, I read one of those honest-to-god Young Adult classics, and it’s about something almost everyone worries about: first love. Actually, no, it’s just about sex.
To be frank, there’s a time in your life when you worry about that kind of stuff and it’s all that’s on your mind. Usually, this happens when you are a teenager, and you have a lot of time to just sit and freak out in your head. I still freak out in my head, but about others things as well, so I hope that means I’ve grown up. As a former teen, however, and still as a young person, I can see how all this lovey dovey touchy whatever not can still occupy a huge chunk of your time and sanity.
I am not a fan. Well, maybe only slightly.
(Ugh, never mind, I do not like drama in general!)
I’d like to think that I had a great adolescence. Really, I had a good family and good friends, and I was a good girl, so I didn’t have to personally deal with teen pregnancy or peer pressure to have sex or even drugs. Lucky me. Honestly, I waited until marriage, all through high school, all through college. Would I have changed that? Probably. Would it have made a difference? Maybe. But whatever choices I made let me concentrate on other things, like building a relationship with my boyfriend. It was better for us that way since we were apart often to begin with.
Not everyone shares the same experiences, but reading a book like Forever… reminds you that we all feel the same way, though. Love comes at you hard and fast, man. Kath fell for Michael H-A-R-D. Forever… was first published in 1975. In the edition I have, from around 1999, there’s a small note from Judy Blume, and I just loved what she wrote: She is glad some things, like feelings, never change. So true. So, so true. You read this simple little YA book, and you’re, like, That could so be me circa age 18. Perhaps the whole emotional roller coaster is something required of all young people, or perhaps it happens at every age, maybe in every relationship. The cynic in me was, like, Of course they’re going to break up, they can’t be in love FOREVER! But seriously, I kind of felt bad that Katherine and Michael did break up, because they were so into it. Or maybe they were just lying to themselves. (Don’t we all do that sometimes?)
In the book jacket, it says Katherine is in love with love, and Michael is in love with Katherine. I am not sure if I felt that Michael really loved her. I felt as if they both equally liked the idea of being in love. And really, he was only into what Roger liked. Ugh, Roger. Eww. (<— I am immature.) I have to give props to Katherine for being smart and getting the pill, and I really admired how open the women in her family were with her. Support, man! We need more of that today!
Anyways, the book was okay. It wasn’t some masterpiece, but I would consider it timeless. There was a young girl looking for this particular title today, but she wanted the edition with the new updated cover, not the old one that the library had. I suppose that the new cover made her feel it was more hip, and really, all the publishers have to do is keep updating the cover because the story will never change. Girls meet boys, it works out, it doesn’t= story of our lives. For a book that was written in the 70s, I only found that it was mildly dated, and I can see this being something I give to my future daughter along with that awkward birds and bees talk (also a classic). I do have to admit that I felt awkward about telling the girl I had to same book she was looking for on request as well. I am ten years older than her. I felt awkward/I do not need to be reading this/check out some real adult fiction instead or something.
But, yes, I spent my Friday evening reading a Judy Blume book about teens in “love” (and talking on the phone and playing mind games and writing long letters to each other, whatever teenagers do these days…). Let me know if you were doing something more interesting.