I read this as a kid, maybe in third or fourth grade, and just re-read it with my oldest this year. I can remembering loving the title, “Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing.” It sounded like the funniest thing I’d ever heard of back then.
As a youth, I went on to read some of the other books in Judy Blume’s Fudge series, like “Super Fudge” and “Fudge-a-Mania.” As an oldest child I could relate with Peter Hatcher’s frustrations with his baby brother’s antics. As an adult with three of my own kids, I can see the story a little more clearly. My oldest loved the book and we both thought the ending was perfect.
As an adult, the book didn’t age as well I thought it would. It was still worth a read for the elementary-age young reader, but I don’t know how much of the series we will finish. I didn’t ever read “Otherwise known as Sheila the Great,” because I didn’t realize it was meant to be a part of the series, so we might read at least that one.
It’s funny how books that you adored as a kid seem to change over time, especially on the re-read with your own children.