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Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret Introduction of the ebook: Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret
Đánh giá : 3.91 /5 (sao)
Margaret Simon, almost twelve, likes long hair, tuna fish, the smell of rain, and things that are pink. She’s just moved from New York City to Farbook, New Jersey, and is anxious to fit in with her new friends—Nancy, Gretchen, and Janie. When they form a secret club to talk about private subjects like boys, bras, and getting their first periods, Margaret is happy to belong Margaret Simon, almost twelve, likes long hair, tuna fish, the smell of rain, and things that are pink. She’s just moved from New York City to Farbook, New Jersey, and is anxious to fit in with her new friends—Nancy, Gretchen, and Janie. When they form a secret club to talk about private subjects like boys, bras, and getting their first periods, Margaret is happy to belong.
But none of them can believe Margaret doesn’t have religion, and that she isn’t going to the Y or the Jewish Community Center. What they don’t know is Margaret has her own very special relationship with God. She can talk to God about everything—family, friends, even Moose Freed, her secret crush.
Margaret is funny and real, and her thoughts and feelings are oh-so-relatable—you’ll feel like she’s talking right to you, sharing her secrets with a friend. …more
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I first read this book in kindergarten. After getting into an argument with the PTA lady running the school book fair about whether or not I could buy the book (I thought she was trying to imply that I couldn’t read it, which I found insulting) – an argument that was ultimately settled by a call home to my mom – I brought the book home and read it all on a Friday night. Up past my bedtime, I snuck downstairs, where my parents were entertaining friends, and announced that I had a question about w I first read this book in kindergarten. After getting into an argument with the PTA lady running the school book fair about whether or not I could buy the book (I thought she was trying to imply that I couldn’t read it, which I found insulting) – an argument that was ultimately settled by a call home to my mom – I brought the book home and read it all on a Friday night. Up past my bedtime, I snuck downstairs, where my parents were entertaining friends, and announced that I had a question about what a period was. Without missing a beat, my mother said “The dot at the end of the sentence.” Patronized again, I cried, “I know what that kind is. I’m talking about the kind Margaret doesn’t get until the end of the book!”
This is the stuff family legends are made of. Beyond that, it’s a great book, but I sure am glad I don’t have to use the contraptions Blume describes within as my feminine hygiene products of choice. Belts? Garters? Yikes. …more
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