Get a guy’s perspective on adolescent hang-ups in this classic Judy Blume novel, now with a fresh new look.
“That’s an interesting way to solve the problem, Tony.”
Miss Tobin is talking about a math problem on the blackboard, but Tony is thinking about real problems.
If his parents or his friend Joel or Joel’s sixteen-year-old sister Lisa knew what Tony was thinking about a lot of the time, they’d probably freak out. About snitching on Joel, who Tony knows is a shoplifter. About watching Lisa undress each night and liking what he sees. About money and the changes money makes in people (especially his mother).
Hung up at thirteen. That’s Tony Miglione—especially this morning in math class in front of Miss Tobin, for everyone to see...
About the Author
Judy Blume, one of America’s most popular authors, is the recipient of the 2004 National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. She is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of beloved books for young people, including Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret, and novels for adult readers, including Wifey, Smart Women, and Summer Sisters. Her work has been translated into thirty-two languages.Visit Judy at JudyBlume.com or follow her on Twitter at @JudyBlume.
Hometown:New York's Upper East Side, Key West, and Martha's Vineyard
Date of Birth:February 12, 1938
Place of Birth:Elizabeth, New Jersey
Education:B.S. in education, New York University, 1961
Read an Excerpt
Maybe I Won't
Who says March is supposed to come in like a lion and go out like a lamb? That's a lot of bull. All it's done this March is rain. I'm sick of it.
"Hey Tony . . ." Mrs. Gorsky yelled from her upstairs window.
I pretended not to hear her. I took a Jersey Journal out of my sack and tossed it onto her front porch. Pow-Pow-Pow I got you Mrs. Gorsky! Now you can't scream if I don't put your paper under your doormat.
This time she banged on the top of her window while she yelled. "Tony Miglione! I know you can hear me!"
Sure I can. So can the whole neighborhood.
"Don't you forget to put my paper under my doormat!"
I didn't say anything.
"TONY . . ."
Then I turned around and looked up at the window. "Who, me?"
"Yes . . . you!"
"But it's pouring, Mrs. Gorsky," I called.
"So? You won't melt."
Maybe I will. Then you'll be in big trouble because my family will come looking for me and you'll have to tell them how I melted down to nothing right on your front porch.
I walked away from Mrs. Gorsky's house. She was still banging on her window. Well, let her. I didn't feel like climbing her porch steps. What's the worst thing she can do to me? Call my boss . . . that's what. So? He'll understand. There's no rule that says I've got to put the paper under her doormat. As long as it doesn't land in the bushes I'm allowed to throw it from the sidewalk. If this rain ever stops, I'll go back to doing it her way. Then she'll be satisfied.
I don't know what I'll do about my paper route next year, when I go to junior high. I don't want to give it up. But Jefferson Junior has an after-school basketball league and I want to play in it. Basketball is my favorite sport. I just wish I was taller. My brother Ralph says I'll probably sprout up at fourteen like he did. I hope I don't have to wait that long. It's important to be tall when you're playing basketball. You're that much closer to the basket. I play at the Y all day Saturday and every Sunday afternoon. Always with the same bunch of guysFrankie Bollino, Joe Schenk, Joe Rosella and Billy Turner. We call the two Joes, Big Joe and Little Joe. Rosella's the big one.
Maybe my boss will let me deliver later in the afternoon next year. I hope so. I could get around a lot faster if I had a bike I could depend on. But all I've got is Ralph's old one, which doesn't work most of the time. I've been thinking about buying a new bikea ten-speed Schwinnbright red. But my father says it's more important to put my money in the bank for college. He's saving for my education already and I don't even know what I want to be. Suppose I don't want to go to college? My father will be disappointed. He wants me to be a teacher, like Ralph. And we have a State Teachers College right here in Jersey City. That's where Ralph went and where Angie goes now. She's Ralph's wife. They live upstairs. Between the two of them you'd think they invented education.
I wonder how I'll feel going to the school where my brother teaches. Probably I won't get Ralph anyway. At least I hope I don't. It'll be bad enough when the other kids find out my brother's The Wizard of Seventh Grade Social Studies. Suppose they get ideas and ask me to fix it with Ralph for them to get good marks? What will I do then?
Wait a minute. Maybe I can say I'm no relation to Ralph Miglione, the teacher. We just happen to have the same last name. After all, Jersey City is a big place. Not everybody knows my family. Yeah . . . that's what I'll say. And I'll warn Big Joe, Little Joe, Frankie and Billy in advance. They're my best friends. They can keep a secret.
If only the rain would stop.
I can hear my mother saying when I get home, "Why didn't you wear your rubbers? Why are they just sitting in the closet?"
Four more houses and I'll be done delivering for the day. Good. . . . I'm starving. I wonder what's for supper. Grandma does all the cooking at home. She's my mother's mother and she's really a great cook. Frankie says he'd rather eat at my house than anywhere.
One thing I really like about Frankie is how he treats Grandma. He acts like there's nothing wrong with her. But Grandma can't talk anymore. She had cancer of the larynx two years ago and they had to operate and remove it. She could learn to talk again through a burping method if she was willing. But she's not willing. She moves her lips a lot, like she's talking, but no sound comes out. If she has something really important to tell us she writes it downalways in Italian, which I can't read.
Once I caught Billy and Little Joe fooling around pretending to be my grandmother. They were waving their arms and moving their lips like Grandma does. When they saw me standing there they stopped.
If I hurry I might get home before my mother. Then I can change my shoes and she won't see how wet they are.
I made it. My mother probably got hung up in traffic somewhere. That happens a lot when the weather's bad. She works in Newark, selling underwear in Ohrbach's. I wonder what it's like watching ladies try on underwear all day? I'd really like to get a look at that!
I took off my shoes in the front hall and hung my raincoat on the hook. My feet were soaked. So were the bottoms of my pants. I sat down on the floor and peeled off my socks. One had a big hole in it. Angie came flying down the stairs then and almost crashed right into me.
"Tony . . . you're absolutely drenched!"
"I know," I said. "It's pouring out."
She started back upstairs. "I'm going to get a towel to dry off your hair."
"I can do it myself," I told her. Angie likes to play mother with me. Sometimes I let her and sometimes I don't. It depends on my mood. My father says Angie has fat legs. I've been looking at her legs a lot lately and I don't think they're too fat. I think they're nice. Maybe some day I'll marry a girl like Angie. Then again, maybe I won't. Maybe I'll never get married.
I went into my room, dried off and changed my clothes. Then I headed for the kitchen. Grandma was tossing a salad. "I'm home," I said.
Grandma smiled and offered me an olive. I really like olives. Big Joe says if you eat a lot of them you make out good with the girls when you're older. But that's not why I eat them. I liked them before I ever heard about that. Big Joe knows plenty. He told me and Frankie about wet dreams. I wonder if I'll ever have one?
"What's for supper?" I asked Grandma.
She pointed to the oven.
"Chicken?" I asked.
Grandma shook her head.
She shook it again.
Now Grandma nodded. I play this game with her every night. She likes me to guess what we're having to eat. The only way I can have a conversation with her is if I ask the questions and she answers by moving her head. As far as I know Grandma spends her time doing two things. One is, she cooks. And the other is, she walks to church every single morning. I think she's Father Pissaro's best customer.
When my mother and father got home we all sat down to supper. Ralph and Angie eat with us every night too. I don't think Angie knows how to cook.
Pop told us that starting tomorrow morning he'll be working on an office building downtown. They need a lot of rewiring done. My father's an electrician. He works for a contractor. He's even got his own truck. It says Vic Miglione on the door. Under that there's a picture of a telephone book with you saw it in the yellow pages written across.
"Is it a big job?" my mother asked.
"Pretty big," Pop said. "Should last about four weeks."
"Well, that's something," Mom said.
I was just about finished with my veal cutlet when Ralph pushed his plate away and said, "Angie went to the doctor today. You might as well know . . . she's pregnant."
My mother said, "Ralph . . . Ralph . . ." She shook her head.
My father closed his eyes.
Grandma moved her lips very fast.
Angie jumped up and ran to the bathroom.
I know I shouldn't think about Ralph and Angie the way I do. I know I shouldn't think about what you have to do to get somebody pregnant. But sometimes I just can't help it. He and Angie really do those things. Ralph admitted it. All of a sudden it was very quiet. Did they know what I was thinking? I tried a laugh and said, "What's everybody so gloomy about? They're married!" I meant this to be a joke but nobody got it.
"Tony . . . Tony . . ." my mother said in her Ralph . . . Ralph voice. "You don't understand."
"Understand what?" I asked.
Ralph explained. "We don't have much money, Kid. Angie was supposed to teach for a few years to get us started. We can't afford to have a baby."
"Oh . . ." I said.
Angie didn't stay in the bathroom long. She came back to the table and sat down. She didn't look so good but she smiled at me.
"Well, you're going to be an uncle, Tony. How does it feel?"
"Oh fine." What was I supposed to say?
Then Angie looked at Ralph and started to cry again. My mother stood up and put an arm around her. "It's all right, Angie. We'll help out. Don't worry."
"How can I not worry?" Angie asked. "You and Pop have done so much already. The apartment upstairs and our meals and . . ."
My father coughed. "Listen Angie, you're my family. That baby is going to be my grandson. . . ."
"How do you know it's a boy?" my mother asked.
"I just know. That's all," my father said.
"I'm sorry," Angie told us. "I wanted to teach. I really did."
"I know. . . . I know. . . ." my mother said, as if repeating everything twice meant it wasn't as bad as it sounded.
"At least Angie will be able to finish college and get her degree," Ralph said.
"That's good." My father tried to sound happy.
"Maybe I'll give up Ohrbach's and take care of the baby so Angie can teach anyway," my mother said. "Let's wait and see."
While my mother was talking, Grandma got up and came back with her pad and pencil. She wrote a note and handed it to my mother, who translated:
We'll call him Vinnie.
Vinnie was my other brother. He was killed in Vietnam. My mother got tears in her eyes and she and Grandma touched hands.
Why does everybody think babies are such an expense? They're very small and they hardly eat anything. While I was thinking this Angie ran into the bathroom again. If you ask me she was puking.
As soon as we got up from the table my father went downstairs. He's got a workshop fixed up in the basement and that's where he spends all his free time. He invents things. I don't understand the stuff he does in his workshop so I don't go down much. Neither does Ralph. Vinnie was the one with the scientific mind. At least that's what my family is always saying.
Tonight, when I go to bed, I might think about Vinnie. I do that sometimes so I won't forget him. Or maybe I'll concentrate on getting good enough to shoot thirty baskets a minute.
In a few weeks the weather changed. It was really spring. I knew because my mother sent my winter jacket to the cleaner. She never does that unless she's sure it's going to stay warm. She says changeable weather is sick weather and that I have to wear a winter jacket until the middle of April, like it or not. What she doesn't know is that as soon as I'm out of sight I take off my jacket and carry it around with me.
Once my father finished the job in the office building he started spending more and more time in his basement workshop. A couple of nights he asked Mom to give him a sandwich for supper and he even ate down there. My mother and Ralph are both working at extra jobs. Mom is staying at the store two nights a week and Ralph is selling shoes after school and Saturdays. Every night the family is so pooped out they fall asleep right after supper. The only good thing about this is I get to watch whatever I please on TV.
One morning in the middle of breakfast, my father came into the kitchen wearing his best suit. He was carrying a small metal box. He didn't sit down at the table. He just grabbed a cup of coffee and said goodbye.
"Where's Pop going?" I asked.
"New York," my mother said.
"Eat your eggs," my mother said.
"I am eating them," I told her. "What's he all dressed up like that for?"
"Finish your milk too."
I got the point. She wasn't going to discuss it with me.
My father put on his best suit for the next three days. He left the house carrying that metal box every morning and he didn't come home until late at night.
Whatever Pop's secret was I felt pretty lousy that they didn't let me in on it. I had a few ideas of my own though.
1. My father is a secret agent. The
electrician business is a front. His real
spy work is done in the basement work-
shop. And his information is in that
2. My father is in trouble with the Jersey
City mob. He has to testify at hearings
every day. The secrets are locked in
that metal box.
3. My father is sick. He has cancer, like
Grandma. He has to go to New York
for special treatments. His medicine is
in the box.
The more I wondered about Pop the more my stomach started to hurt. Last January I had really bad stomach pains and my mother took me to the doctor. He said it was nothingthat I just shouldn't eat so much roughage. I told him I never ate roughage in my whole life. The doctor laughed and said roughage is lettuce and celery and stuff like that. So now instead of eating salad every night I have it only once or twice a week. I still get a lot of stomach aches. But my mother says it's gas. I don't even tell her about them anymore. I'm afraid she'll come after me with the castor oil.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I found out about this book in another book 'Twelve' by Lauren Myracle and this book is great!Both of them!Also other books that are also great mentioned in Twelve are 'Are you there god,its me margaret' by judy blume and The thorn Birds.I am eleven years old.
I just found out that Judy Blume doesn't just write good books for girls, but for boys as well. This book I am talking about is called Then Again; Maybe I Won't By Judy Blume. This book is about a thirteen year old guy named Tony. Tony is just an average kid growing up in Jersey City. Tony's problem is that his family is in deep financial trouble. So in desperation to feed his family, Tony's dad, an electrician, patens one of his inventions, and was successful. So now the book starts off. Tony has now moved to a rich suburban neighborhood, where he makes friends with a guy his age named Joel. Joel acts like an angel to every adult in a fifty mile radius of him. The truth is that Joel is a wild child. A drinking, stealing, pier pressure using, wild child. (Only to kids around his age.) Also Joel has a smoking hot sister named Lisa. Then the story unravels with many surprises in it. I like the way that Judy Blume writes by explaining the deep, dark, and true secrets of the male mind. I also like the way that she writes by giving you a friend. One who knows your pain and what you are going through at this stage of life. I am not alone when I read this book. I like the way she talks about things like why we wear rain coats, what we do in math class, and what bird-watching really means, and, especially, our dreams. Now I see why girls like Judy Blume so much.
I learned about this book when I read the book twelve. I saw the titles and tried out are you there god it me margaret this book and Forever! They were all such great book! I'm 11 and I totally enjoyed it because it helped understand that boys go through weird stuff too! Loved it!
I couldnt put it down! i have read all off her books and i have to say i think this one is the best, it says all about a guys teenage life and what its like for him
From the time I read this book some twenty years ago, it has always amazed me how Judy Blume could somehow see exactly what was going on in the confused mind of a thirteen year old boy. This, along with the title noted below, is a must-read for anybody who suffered through the difficulty of puberty and growing up. I have no problem saying that these two books greatly helped me become the man I am today. I realized that I wasn't alone in those sweet agonies, someone else understood!
hey this book was outstanding!! judy bloom is a awesome writer!! ever since i read, Dear God Its Me Margeret. I loved to read judy bloom books!!
I read Then Again,Maybe I Won't the second time! It was interesting.And when he had a dirty mind watching Lisa undressed.I'm still gonna get Forever... to read!
'Then Again, Maybe I Won't' is just another clear example of the many books Judy Blume does. She writes GRRRRREAT, real books. In fact, I'm not even done with the book yet, and I love it from the first page til now.
A traditional Judy Blume coming of age story. It features a like-able young boy, Tony, and the hardships of growing up. Tony just wants life back the way it used to be, which is something I think almost all of us can relate to. I have read many Judy Blume novels and they are all well written. Then Again, Maybe I Won't is no exception to her high standards.
Its grreat! LOL
This book doesn't do any such thing. LOL!
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I was just wondering, is this novel appropriate for girls? I know Judy Blume is a fantastic author, but this novel is sort of a coming of age story with a teenage boy, so if you have any insight on this, could you please reply to PINKIEPIE. Thanks for your help.
How much pages? Adress to "pages" thankssssss i know its about 8===D
Omg im hafl way through and its good so far! Not many pepole brlive my faimlys rich so i understand his story:(
This book is reall awesome i can relate to it alot except i dont spie on people while they change
I read this book and if you want to know how old i am i wi tell you i am 9 years old and i thought this book was very good it was about a boy named tony and he moves out of his hometown and goes to a very fancy neighborhood and meets this kid named Joel who looks like a good boy but he really is a shoplifter and Joel's sister lisa is in her room one day and tony can see her out of his window he even sees her geting undressed every night and on top of that there is tony n grandma who can't speak and will not come down from her room beacuse there is a mail who want to take grandma's place of chef of the house this book is very good i recomend it to any one and i also read forever
The book was short for me i'm an advanced reader but overall the book was pretty good
This book sounds really good i have been a fan of blum since i found out about her in first grade and now im going into fourth grade i have read all of her fudge books (and sheila the great i don't know if that counts) and loved them all if you ar a fan of blum read the fudge books but then again maybe i won't sounds really good i think i will maybe buy it do you reccomend it?????????? p.s. my name is ruby and the school i go to is the waldorf school of philadelphia