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Thursday, February 12, 2004

Happy Birthday, Judy Blume!

Judy, Judy, Judy!

Happy 66th Birthday! Judy, I reread T.O.A.F.G.N. every day. The scene where Fudge colors in the map that Peter worked so hard on makes me weep openly. It worries my boss that I’m so eager to cry over the fictional events of a fourth grader. I contend that the allegory holds true regardless of age. I am as much a fourth-grade nothing today as when I first read the book, in college. Thank you, Judy, for making me search my soul. I gotta go call my therapist. I think I just had a breakthrough.

Love,
Geoff