I spent the last couple nights up reading Judy Blume's Summer Sisters. It was the first time since grad school started that I really got lost in a book and couldn't put it down. Who knew that the woman who wowed me in elementary school with Are you there God? It's me, Margaret and Freckle Juice could still dazzle me as an adult. This book made me want to go back in time and spend my summers on the Vineyard with reckless abandon and adolescent curiosity. Warning: it will bring you to tears and may result in sleep deprivation.
If only there were more hours in the day for pleasure reading...
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