If you're battered by a daughter who's 10 times smarter and  100 times cooler than you are, this book could save your sanity.--Barbara Ehrenreich...a hilarious and insightful read that's sure to resonate with any mom."--Ladies Home Journal...(an) incredible journey...Readers...will enjoy this glimpse into the adolescent brain, which is "not yet open for the business of wise and measured living."--More magazine...as Kessler digs deeper and begins to recognize her daughter’s need for power over her own life and choices, this mother/daughter relationship ripens with compassion and mutual understanding.  Mothers of girls in particular will be alternately amused, horrified, and entertained as they view the turmoil and triumphs of adolescence from Kessler’s insightful perspective.--Publisher’s WeeklyMany moms (present company included!) wonder about what their 13-year-old children are up to each day. Lauren Kessler decided to stop wondering and start integrating: Into her daughter's middle school, summer camp, and more. Like a reality show, but much, much, much better.--The Book Studio“…a bold book…No one could do more thorough research…Going where not many have gone before, with a lantern in her hand seeking out the truth about a crucial turning point in the lives of all girls, Lauren Kessler is to be commended for both her bravery and her intellectuality in a very emotional realm. Mothers, daughters, women of all ages, men – all should read this book to see what it’s REALLY like being a girl.--Book Room ReviewIf you want to understand what is going on with your teenage daughter, there is nothing better than reading My Teenage Were-Wolf. Even though she is exploring a serious subject, Kessler writes in a very light and witty style.  If you do have a daughter in or approaching her teen years, then this is a Must Read book.--Connect With Your TeensTo find out what's up with teenage girls, Lauren Kessler goes where no mother has gone before -- like the girls' locker room in middle school. If you're battered by a daughter who's 10 times smarter and  100 times cooler than you are, this book could save your sanity. It turns out that that teen monster is still your little girl -- just don't let her know that you know it!–Barbara Ehrenreich, Nickel and Dimed The astute, intrepid  Lauren Kessler dives into the deep end of teenage culture in this witty, entertaining,  and ultimately wise tale of surviving her fiesty daughter’s middle school years.   Her book belongs on the nightstand of every parent, and everyone who thinks she may one day become a parent.–Karen Karbo, Motherhood Made a Man Out of MeFew relationships are deeper, more fraught, and, when they go right, more blissful than the relationship between a mother and a daughter. But how do we traverse this sometimes rocky terrain? Intelligent, open-hearted and witty, Lauren Kessler's My Teenage Werewolf supplies a map for mothers of teenage daughters everywhere.–Peg Tyre, The Trouble with BoysThose of us who long identified as “daughters” are suddenly on the other side of the divide: we are the mothers. Of teenage girls. Who are perpetually annoyed by us. What’s more, their present dredges up our own past. Yet, therein lies the opportunity for a better future—better relationships not only to our girls but to our own mothers and even to ourselves.  I can think of no better guide through that process than Lauren Kessler, who reports from the frontlines with wit, grit, insight-- and truly impressive sangfroid.--Peggy Orenstein, Waiting for DaisyWhen best-selling nonfiction author Lauren Kessler turns to her own household with the sharp eye and reporting skills of an embedded journalist, the life of an American teenager--of HER American teenage daughter--becomes a window onto childhood, adulthood, and all the markers in-between. A child's precarious climb from immaturity to maturity, with the strong hand of a mother for balance, is illuminated here by a young woman who has given her mother access, and by the mother who has handled that access with respect, empathy, humor, and boundless love.–Melissa Faye Green, There is No Me Without You