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Now traditionally, 23 isn’t considered old, but my God, it can be VERY old.
I was looking for some inspiration yesterday to kick off an attempt at writing.
I was flicking through some of my old books, the ones that inspired me to want to write in the first place, when I remembered my copy of Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret has disappeared about five years ago.
That book was a favourite of mine from the age of ten, so I decided to run to the book shop and get a copy.
I went to the Teen Section and there were no Judy Blume books at all.
I went to the other children’s sections and none there either.
It was all Meg Cabot and Twilight and vampire books.
Where was Judy Blume?
Where was Enid Blyton?
“Julie Boom?” she asks.
“No,” I say. “Judy Blume.”
“Dunno,” she says, shrugging her shoulders and looking highly intellegent. “I’ll check de compu’er” ….no one really bothers with the letter T in Tallaght….I mean ‘allag’….
So she types it in and says, “Nah, ‘aven’t go’ i’, sorry!”
I sneak a look at the computer.
She’s typed in “Judy Bloom”.
She’s actually never heard of her!!!!
“Uhm, can you try Blume?” I ask as nicely as possible.
She throws me a look and types it in.
“Yeah that’s the one,” I say, thanking God for my unusual luck. “Whereabouts is it?”
She rolls her eyes again, and says, “I’ll show you.”
She walks me over to the Teen Section and looks exactly where I looked.
“Well i’ says dere’s one bu’ sno’ dere,” she says.
Eventually we find it on a random shelf below.
Bloody hell, she’s so unknown they can’t even organise her properly!
And the worst part?
The cover was this horrible electric purple with the picture of a cartoon bra on the front.
I’m still horrified….