I know and realise that Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself supposedly is very much autobiographical in scope, and with this salient truth in mind, I do to a certain point very much applaud Judy Blume for not in any way sugar-coating or attempting to make light of the fact that once Sally (who is obviously based on the author herself), her mother and ailing older brother have moved to Florida (because of Douglas' nephritis), she absolutely despises her elderly neighbour Mr. Zavodsky and actually believes he is Adolf Hitler in disguise simply because of his Central European looks and likely heavy foreign accent (and even writes many poison-pen accusatory letters to him, which she fortunately does not mail).
But the above all having been said, and even though I am now as an older adult able to at least somewhat appreciate Judy Blume's honesty and candour, I do have to admit that I absolutely and totally hated (with every fibre of my being at that) Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself when I read this novel in 1977, in grade five, as a brand new hardcover library book (and only one year after our family's immigration to Canada from Germany, at the absolute height of me being constantly bullied and harassed by both students and even some of my teachers due to my German background and because I spoke English with a rather heavy accent). In fact, I despised Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself to such an extent I even ended up writing a letter to Judy Blume, an emotional epistle accusing her of using pretty much the same rhetoric regarding ALL Germans as the National Socialists had used towards Jews, Gypsies etc. (a letter that I also never mailed and in fact tore into tiny shreds because I was feeling very ashamed and angry at myself, but yes, the novel did majorly rub me the wrong way, or rather, I should say that certain parts of Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself majorly rubbed me the wrong way, totally upset and angered eleven year old me, and made me feel very small, insignificant and perhaps even deserving of being bullied because of my German culture and background).
And thus, when I was reading (or rather when I was attempting to peruse) Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself in grade five, I was most definitely focusing mainly on how Sally reacts (or rather how she so often strangely overreacts), and personally felt only absolute and utter sympathy for poor Mr. Zavodsky (and the unfounded, nasty and just plain silly accusations being cast at him) as well as rather intense (albeit also guilt-laden) anger at Sally, at her antics and attitudes (and yes, I absolutely did realise even then and totally understood the time and place, that Sally's aunt Rose and Rose's daughter Lila had been victims of the Holocaust, but that factoid did not and does NOT make me as a German automatically a potential Nazi and it does also NOT make Mr. Zavodsky automatically Hitler in disguise, even if he might have somewhat physically resembled him and spoken with a German accent). Furthermore, from the scenes at the beginning of Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself (where Sally and her friends are often playacting WWII), I was forced to conclude (and perhaps even knew rather instinctively) that if I had been a member of Sally's group of friends, I probably would have (that is if Sally had even wanted a person of German background for a friend) ALWAYS been forced to assume the role of Adolf Hitler (or some other "evil" German character and that any and all refusal or argument on my part would more than likely have lead to at best a myriad of accusations).
And finally, while this reread of Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself has indeed made me a bit more appreciative of the fact that Judy Blume has been open with regard to her autobiography and that she has not shied away from depicting how truly nasty Sally often is towards Mr. Zadovsky (how she uses her overactive imagination to basically accuse him of being not only a potential National Socialist, but Adolf Hitler himself), I have still found Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself a very much and truly in many ways trying and painfully saddening reading experience (even for me as an older adult), bringing to me as flashbacks ALL of the personal discomfort, sadness and anger I experienced in 1977 (when I was reading Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself as an eleven year old recent German immigrant to Canada) and also strongly reminding me of the near constant bullying I was experiencing at that time from many of my "classmates" and some of my teachers simply because I just happened to be German.