Book — Forever Judy Blume

Then, on the very last page, squeezed into the white space below Judy Blume’s final sentence, was the last entry. It was in a hurried, grown-up script, the letters sharp and sure.

The next morning, Clara bought a new journal. She opened Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret to the first blank page. Below her mother’s signature, she wrote in her neatest hand: forever judy blume book

She looked at the moving sale’s address. Her mother must have lost the book in a move, or loaned it to a friend who never returned it. It had traveled for thirty years, only to find its way back on the eve of a house being torn down. Then, on the very last page, squeezed into

“Gave this to my daughter Clara today. She’s eleven. She doesn’t know I read it first. Or that her grandmother did. Forever, Judy. — S.K.” She opened Are You There God