4.5 stars, rounded up.
I've said it before, but I do honestly think Judy Blume is a national treasure. "Then Again, Maybe I Won't," published in 1971, one year after her classic, "Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret," is perhaps Blume's answer to anyone who thought she could only write for girls (though I think "Margaret" should be read by boys, but I digress...). The story centers on 13 year-old Tony Miglione, living in Jersey City with his parents, his older brother Ralph and his wife Angie, and his Grandmother who can't talk because her larynx was removed. Tony has his paper route, wants to play basketball, and overall, seems to enjoy his life. But when Angie reveals she's pregnant, it prompts Tony's father to share an invention with an investor in the city, and, just like that, Tony's family has struck it rich. They move to Rosemont into a giant house, and suddenly, Tony's life is very different.
What I love about this first person narrative is that Blume really gets deep into the character of Tony, and gives him a voice that is engaging. I love that the book deals with class and money, and how Tony notices that his mother has changed since striking it rich. I love that the book deals with the fact that Tony gets very sick from anxiety, though, at the time, it is called nervous stomach. The books treats his mental health as something that is just as important as his physical health.
And, like the classic "Margaret", only for boys this time, Tony deals with a changing body. Wet dreams, unexpected erections, all honest concerns for a 13 year-old boy.
My only qualm deals with what we see on the cover of the book--- binoculars. Tony spies on the 16 year-old girl who lives next door, Lisa, who leaves her shades open when she's changing. He admits to seeing her naked. I am not saying that this is out of character for a 13-year-old necessarily, and at times, Tony seems to know it is wrong. But he doesn't stop doing it, and never has any negative consequences for doing it. I would have liked to have seen him grow on this at least, know it's something he shouldn't do, how it isn't respectful to her privacy. Even in 1971 it would have been nice to see that.
But that doesn't keep this from being another excellent book, wonderfully written. I repeat: Judy Blume is a national treasure.