Sunday, April 29, 2007
Book Addiction Starts Early
My younger son came home with an order form from Scholastic Books in his backpack the other day. I love the days those flimsy, newsprint catalogs come home--it takes me right back to my childhood, when I used to bring them home, too.
My parents always let me choose a book or two, and there was nothing better than the day when the teacher distributed the books to us. I almost always forgot that I'd ordered any, so the books were a very happy surprise.
I still have a couple of those paperbacks from when I was little. Ellen Tebbits, by Beverly Cleary, is one, and I wrote my name on the inside cover, so I can always see how terrible my penmanship was back then.
I flipped through my son's little catalog, and was happier than I thought I'd be about the choices there. Sure, there's some junk in the catalog--they've refined their marketing strategy to the kids, so many of the books come with promotional toys, or are based on TV shows or movies--but there are still some old favorites there.
There are titles by Beverly Cleary and Roald Dahl, and The Borrowers series, and a series of books about Amelia Bedelia. There's Where the Red Fern Grows, by Wilson Rawls, which made me cry my eyes out when I was about ten years old. There's Freckle Juice, by Judy Blume. There are a whole slew of Newbery Award winners, and a whole page of decent-looking books about science and history. By the way, it's always worth looking at the list of Newbery Award winners on the ALA website--it's fun to see what you or your kids have read from this amazing list.
And there are newer authors I know are good. My kids loved Frindle, by Andrew Clements. They're offering some other books he wrote. I think I'll buy those for my son. And the two books of poetry by Jack Prelutsky. Uh oh, now whose addiction am I feeding?