The Amazing Life of Birds (The Twenty-Day Puberty Journal of Duane Homer Leech) -- Gary Paulsen
Finally. A puberty book that most parents (even many of the super-protective ones) will find acceptable. I think:
A baby. Looking actually a lot like the little bird on my windowsill, all messy and ugly.
And if they'd done a video there would be my mother and my father smiling with love at me, all goobery and sloppy.
Defenseless, new in the world, not even a clue that someday puberty would come along and body-slam me.
It's short and light and hysterically funny and deals with zits:
Then I looked in the mirror over the sink and there was a zit in the middle of my forehead. Not just a small one. A giant. It looked like something in there was trying to get out and when I pinched it...
Well, enough of that. But now instead of a zit I have what the TV would call a "suppurating wound." It isn't important to know what that means--just the sound of the words makes it work.
I have another zit on my chest which the shirt will cover but in the mirror my face looks like I tried to kiss a rotary mower.
Remember that episode of The Wonder Years where Fred Savage tried to hide his pimple with a Band-Aid? By the end of this book, Duane Home Leech has more Band-Aid than face.
For real, though. It's very wholesome and clean for a puberty book -- no wet dreams or masturbation or anything. Any reference to girly parts? Duane always says ELBOW, leaving the actual body part to the reader's imagination.