Are you there, Judy Blume? It's us, trying to increase our bust.
My daughter is a voracious reader and has a fantastic English teacher who is keeping her engaged with reading and writing this year. I don't want to discourage her from reading, but I also don't want her reading books that are too adult.
As an adolescent girl, I was awed by the notion of becoming an adult woman. Like Margaret in Judy Blume's classic coming of age novel, "Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret," I was obsessed with all the details, particularly menstruation, and on a semi-conscious level hoped that there would be some sort of fanfare when the momentous time came.