Books are like candy to me. I’d probably eat them if that was actually good for my digestion. And they would be mandatory supplements for my children at each meal.
Oh wait, I do read to them at meals.
Books aren’t candy, but you can still grow fat off of them. Fat in terms of an obese imagination, plump verbs that slip off of the tongue, stout adjectives that pierce conversations, and plump adverbs that roll into active images.
Up until recently, you would find me zoning out with a good vacation read at the end of the day, and by this I mean some mindless Christian historical fiction.
But I feel those days are long gone. As the weeks have turned into months and the months into years, I now find myself living with 4 voracious readers, one of which is a certified young adult bibliophile.
(Note: I do NOT have a teenager because I choose to look at my son as a young adult and treat him as such.)
While the list of classics is horrendously long, I find that as I peruse the bookstore, like my son, I too am curious about these new publications that are actually ancient history in terms of popularity. Could they one day be classics when my children are parents?
I would hate for them to miss out on some fantastic adventure just because I am stuck in a rut — only allowing the tried and true “quality literature” into the movie screen behind their eyes. I think being a snob about wood toys is a necessity for the health of the child, but I’m not so sure that I need the same critera for authors from this century.
The author does not need to be deceased for it to be a good book.
However, because I am what one might call a helicopter parent — I’m not entirely throwing caution to the wind. I am reading this newfangled young adult fiction, and then passing the book on to my inquisitive young adult, who happens to be reading a book by an ancient author. I CAN’T get his nose out of that book.
But I’m not really complaining that he still likes old stories.
Do you read the same books as your children?
Mom Tip: I placed our Compassion children’s bookmarks in my book, so that I would remember to pray for them.