Judy Blume’s Novel ‘Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret.’ is Coming to Movie Theaters!

Rachel McAdams as Barbara Dimon and Abby Ryder Fortson as Margaret Simon in Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. Photo Credit: Dana Hawley

Hello World,

I’M SOOO EXCITED! One of my FAVORITE novels as a child is now being made into a film! See below…

For over fifty years, Judy Blume’s classic and groundbreaking novel Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. has impacted generations with its timeless coming of age story, insightful humor, and candid exploration of life’s biggest questions. In Lionsgate’s big-screen adaptation, 11-year-old Margaret (Abby Ryder Fortson) is uprooted from her life in New York City for the suburbs of New Jersey, going through the messy and tumultuous throes of puberty with new friends in a new school. She relies on her mother, Barbara (Rachel McAdams), who is also struggling to adjust to life outside the big city, and her adoring grandmother, Sylvia (Kathy Bates), who isn’t happy they moved away and likes to remind them every chance she gets.

Kathy Bates as Sylvia Simon and Abby Ryder Fortson as Margaret Simon in Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. Photo Credit: Dana Hawley

The film also stars Benny Safdie (Licorice Pizza, Good Time) and is written for the screen and directed by Kelly Fremon Craig (The Edge of Seventeen), based on the book by Judy Blume, and produced by Gracie Films’ Academy Award® winner James L. Brooks (Best Picture, 1983 – Terms of Endearment), alongside Julie Ansell, Richard Sakai, Kelly Fremon Craig, Judy Blume, Amy Lorraine Brooks, Aldric La’auli Porter, and executive produced by Jonathan McCoy. Lionsgate presents, a Gracie Films production. Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret is slated to be in movie theaters only on April 28!

This is my favorite line from the book:

I haven’t been inside of a movie theater since the pandemic, but this movie (and I love Rachel McAdams and Kathy Bates) is worth going back to the theater! Have you been back yet?

Any thoughts?

Feeling Unpretty…

Hello World,

I am hesitating about writing this blog post because it is so deeply personal, but part of the reason that I love blogs is because it is a way to connect with others through shared revelations…So from time to time, I must reveal…So I’m jumping in the deep water today…Come save me if I go out too far…LOL…

Me at about 10 years old when the teasing started…

Since I was about 10 years old or so, I struggled with insecurities about my looks. My parents always made me feel loved and adored inside the cocoon of our nurturing home, but outside of those walls, I discovered it was a cold world. I don’t remember what boy or girl called me ugly first, but whoever said it first is of no consequence. Those words did what they were intended to do: make me question the beauty that I saw in the mirror.

A year or so later when I started to wear glasses, put on a few pounds and entered middle school, I retreated in the world of books where my favorite authors of the day like Judy Blume, Alice Walker and Brenda Wilkinson affirmed that while I may have been an ugly duckling then, one day the world would see the swan that I was on the inside. I remember trying to explain to my parents that people made fun of my looks at school to no avail. My mother and father believe I’m beautiful, and they just couldn’t fathom that others didn’t see what they saw. Plus, their Jamaican sensibilities didn’t permit a lot of whining and crying so I had to make sense of what was happening on my own.

I remember when I saw the ABC story “Teens Post ‘Am I Pretty or Ugly?’ Videos on YouTube” earlier this year. If YouTube had been in existence then, I would have probably uploaded one of these disturbing videos I was so hungry for outside positive affirmation. While I didn’t have YouTube, I did have Molly Ringwald, and  I identified with her characters in nearly all of her movies although I was a little black girl. I hoped desperately that high school would be different.

In some ways, high school was different. At the white middle school that I attended in Sandy Springs, I was thought to be on the chubby side, but at a black high school in College Park, I was Coke bottle fine. Still, there were a few people that managed to poke holes in my newfound but fragile confidence…As Vivian said in “Pretty Woman,” “The bad things are easier to believe. Haven’t you noticed that?!” And on some days, I could blame no one else than myself…I picked apart my looks feature by feature…

Me in the “Miss Jamaica Atlanta” pageant…

In college, after gaining and losing the Freshman 20 instead of Freshman 15 in my case and investing in contact lenses, I gathered enough confidence to enter the “Miss Jamaica Atlanta” competition. I didn’t win one of the top three spots, but I considered it a victory that I even put myself out there…I even wore a bathing suit…on stage…in front of people…Yikes…

Me fighting adult acne, but fearfully and wonderfully made…

I would like to say that now that I’m in my ’30s (one year from 40 to be exact…Wow,) I am no longer self-conscious and in complete mastery of my self-esteem, but on my worst days when my hair isn’t quite right or another gray hair shows up or I’m fighting adult acne(Wasn’t teen acne enough God?), I’m still that 10-year-old girl…Nevertheless, on my best days, I know that I am fearfully and wonderfully made; I’m learning to know that full well (Psalm 139:14)…

Any thoughts?

P.S. One of my fave TLC songs for obvious reasons-

What’s on Your Summer Reading List?

Up until I was in the sixth grade or so, I thought I wanted to be a librarian. Although I knew about the typical negative stereotypes  of librarians (old, white, spinster, donning cat-eye shaped glasses, hair tightly fashioned in a bun, etc.),  I was convinced that I wanted to become one. 

At the beginning of every summer during my childhood, my father brought the three of us to the public library in downtown College Park to get us enrolled in the summer library reading contest. Each of us received a sheet in which we had to write down the names of the books that we read throughout the summer. If you read a certain amount of books, you would receive prizes at the end of the summer. Although my brothers had to be cajoled into participating in these contests, I relished writing each and every title on my list. So when people asked me what I wanted to become as an adult, I thought the natural response was a librarian since reading was my absolute favorite thing to do. (Eating was a close second, ha, ha.) I wanted to be a writer too, but I didn’t know any writers so becoming a librarian seemed a more attainable choice.

Also, there was this one librarian at College Park Library who was so nice plus she didn’t look like the librarians I read about. She was tall, slender and black with long hair. She didn’t wear glasses, and she was reasonably fashionable. I figured if she could do it then I could do it. In fact, one summer just after I finished the fifth or sixth grade I volunteered to be her assistant at College Park Library. For a few hours each week, I helped her shelve books according to the Dewey Decimal System, read stories to little kids, haul books to various locations, organize the card catalogue system, etc. After that summer, I realized that the job of a librarian was a bit monotonous for me plus my new found discovery of boys didn’t help.

Since those days, I haven’t made an effort to have a “summer reading list” although reading is still my favorite pastime. A new study in the journal Psychological Science demonstrates that people’s brains actually process the actions in a book much like their brains process real life events. In other words, the same brain activity that occurs when one is in love is much like the brain activity that occurs when one is reading about being in love…it’s no wonder that romance novels are so popular with some people. (They are getting off on that stuff!) Anyway, this study just proves what I have experienced since I was a very young child. When I want to go somewhere, I just read a book.

In homage to the infamous “summer reading list,” I have decided to list some of my favorite books from my childhood. I wonder if some of these books are still popular.

1. Ludell and Willie by Brenda Scott Wilkinson. I think I must have read this book during my pre-teens. It is a tender romance story about two black teenagers in Waycross, Georgia in the 1950s. In this book, you can experience segregation and learn about big, thick juicy pickles that make you want to suck the juice out of them before chomping them. This book also made me want to marry a country boy. In fact, I often thought of this book when I dated this guy who is from Vidalia.

2. Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret? by Judy Blume. I think Judy Blume books helped raise me. This is a must read for any young girl who has yet to experience her first period. Goodness, those days were so confusing, but books like this help out a lot…

3. The Ramona books by Beverly Cleary. I don’t remember what these books were about exactly. I just remember the heroine of these books was this little girl with a brown bob who was always getting in trouble.  It seemed like there was a ton of these books…

4. The Friends by Rosa Guy. This book is about a friendship between a black girl from the West Indies and a black girl from New York. It reminded me of my friendship with a girl who had just moved to Georgia from Jamaica.  In those days, my quest to find a best friend was as troublesome as my quest to find a mate is now. Maybe it will be resolved as it was then. All of a sudden, she just showed up, and she wasn’t like the best friend I had pictured in my mind. She was a couple of grades ahead of me and had an accent, but I felt I had known her forever…

5. Seventeenth Summer by Maureen Daly. This book is about a summer romance between a girl that is about to go to college and a high school star athlete who had once seemed unattainable. Apparently, Daly was in college when she wrote the story! If I ever visit Wisconsin, I must visit Fond du Lac where this story takes place.

6. The Diary of Anne Frank by Anne Frank. This book is a heartbreaking story of a young Jewish girl and her family during the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands. The family was forced to hide out in an attic for about two years. This precocious young woman recorded her insights during this unbelievably horrific crime against humanity. Anne ultimately died in a concentration camp.

7. Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene. Reading the above mentioned book gave me perspective on this book. This is  a story about a young girl’s crush on a German soldier, who escaped a POW camp. It is an unlikely story as the main character is Jewish. This girl ends up hiding the German soldier who ultimately slips away before their relationship is revealed.

So what are some of your favorite childhood books? Why? Do you have a “summer reading list” now? How is it going? Any suggestions for good reads?

Any thoughts?

P.S. I ran into that librarian in my early 20s. She was working at the public library in Buckhead. Surely, she must have retired by now…