Beverly Cleary, Fifteen (1956).
Elaine read and reread Fifteen when she was eleven. She says it taught her everything she knew about being a teenager. (She adds that her teenaged years were quite different from Jane Purdy’s.) Elaine borrowed the book from the library last week; I ended up reading it straight through in a day. She told me I would like it. Yes, it’s wonderful.
Unlike Walt Whitman, I’m not certain that I contain “multitudes.” But there must be a fifteen-year-old girl in there somewhere.
11:22 a.m.: In 2011, Daughter Number Three wrote about Fifteen and cultural mores.
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Tuesday, November 10, 2015
By Michael Leddy at 8:17 AM