Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Love between the covers

I am a lover of books. Anyone who reads this blog should not be suprised by that statement.

I recently fell in love with a surprising find: The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield. Sure, I have read reviews of this book, most of them written by Simon and Schuster her publisher, which are then picked up by "news" outlets. They all say the same thing: a love letter for a reader... blah, blah, blah.

Frankly I've been disappointed for a while in the "top" critical choices for books. The last one I really enjoyed was Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. (Which, I just discovered is being made into a movie directed by Peter Jackson. Hi, bring the kleenex cause you're going to cry, and not because the hobbit is stomped by a tree that moves.)

I have been spending the night with The Thirteenth Tale for about a week and I just can't put it down. That's the joy of reading a good book -- that journey to the other world, a world that can be the same or completely different than your own. It's magical in it's own way.

That's why I cringe whenever I see yet another attempt at banning books.

I grew up in a household filled with books and never, not once, was I told what I could and could not read. In sixth grade, I read my first Stephen King novel, Eyes of the Dragon. I worked as a library assistant in junior high and practically consumed the contents of the shelf. Not once was I told that a book was not appropriate. In high school, I had my first public library card and the horizon was limitless.

I am not a wiccan, I still had sex at a young age, I know where babies come from and I have fabulous gay friends. None of these decisions or actions were the direct result of reading a book like Harry Potter or anything written by Judy Bloom.

My love of literature and writing, my desire to know new things, my interest in culture and diversity are all directly related to the influence of reading.

I did once spend a weekend locked in my closet pretending to be a young Jewish girl, coming of age during Nazi-occupied Germany. But that ended quickly after I had to pee in a pot too many times.

The American Libarary Association publishes the list of most frequently challenge books each year. I challenge you, dear reader, to pick one up, read it and pass it along.

I personally recommend the Captain Underpants series. You'll laugh your pants off! (HA!)

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Some of my childhood faves...

Where the Red Fern Grows
Black Stallion
To kill a Mockingbird
Tale of Two Cities

Michele said...

It was only one weekend! I pretended to be Lestat from Ann Rice's book for two weeks. Don't recommend it. The velveet pants rub.

I was 12 when I read that Stephen King book and now I'm 32. That should help with your math.

Anonymous said...

Hey, I think I remember that band geek, library assistant! Didn't I have to share a locker with her in the 7th grade? HA!

I also remember spending many weekend with that same library assistant, laying around the house and reading those books. Wow, that brings back some memories! I always hated that she could read faster than me, especially when we were both reading Stephen King's Pet Cemetery.

Anyway, some good suggestions from the male tween in my house are some classics by Gary Paulson ... Harris and Me, Hatchet, The River, Brian's Winter and so on (I think I have him addicted to reading now!). I've read some of these myself recently as a requirement for a lit class and they are very good for that age group.

My 7 year old suggests anything by Dr. Seuss. My thoughts on this is that if I can get a 1st grader to read a 70 page book to me without any help from me and he's still interested in it by the end, I'm happy with it.

With a tween in our house, I'm assuming the next addition to our home library will probably be a cheap porn magazine hidden under the mattress of his bunk bed...

Gotta love puberty!

Alan said...

What’s my favorite reading as of late? My sister-in-law’s blog. This just shows you trump my topics as frequently as I trump yours.

I was going to write about growing up in a school where we weren’t allowed to read most of the works of Shakespeare, and I would have been grounded for reading Stephen King. (Oddly enough, I was still able to read the collective works for Edgar Allen Poe)

Scribbit said...

I've never understood why people get so upset over the H.P. series--do they really think their children will become witches and wizards?

I like Dav Pilkey's Rickey Ricotta series--my boys are big fans.