I remember it like it was yesterday. As my parents watched TV in the living room, I, at just 11 years old, sat on my bed engrossed in my copy of Judy Blume’s Are You There God, It’s Me, Margaret. Little did my conservative parents know that I was reading about a young girl who explored different religions, questioned God and was going through the trials and tribulations of puberty—a book they certainly wouldn’t have approved of. But I was careful to keep my descriptions of the reading material vague, because I could see so much of myself in Margaret’s character, and I couldn't risk not finishing the story.
Fast-forward to the present day—over two decades later—and I found myself a bottle of mixed emotions as I sat in a crowded theater, waiting to see the film adaptation. What if Hollywood butchers this iconic story? What if it’s not true to the source material? And what if the star-studded cast is the only good thing about it? These were the thoughts that festered in my mind from the moment I first saw the official trailer.
But then I saw the opening scene, with the enthusiastic Margaret returning from summer camp to greet her well-meaning parents and her fabulous grandmother, and I exhaled. By the end, I had to resist the sudden urge to give a standing ovation, because surprisingly, this movie exceeded any and all expectations.