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  • Should children's books come with warnings?

    When I am about to read a book, I am often torn by the amount of information I want to know before embarking on reading it. And what I mean by that, is how much of the actual plot do I want to know beforehand, or is it okay to go ahead with just being familiar with the general gist of the story?

    Books come to me in various forms, recommendations from other people, 'well if you liked that, you'll like this', from picking up the new title of an author I have previously enjoyed reading, and sometimes by reading reviews and descriptions on sites like Amazon, like with the last book I bought for myself.

    Blogs are also great for finding book recommendations, and I have purchased a good few children's books based on things I have read around the web. Including this morning no less, when I ordered Michael Rosen's Sad Book, based on a post I read on Playing by the Book.

    I also hope that the Tidy Books book reviews have been, and continue to be useful for others to base purchasing decisions on.

    My purchase this morning was actually one of a very sensitive nature, the book in question is one that deals with grief, and in this particular case how a parent feels when they lose a child.

    Not something I can immediately relate to, but I am buying the book fully aware of what to expect, and I intend to read it myself before considering if it would be material relevant to my child, and useful for him to develop his understanding of mortality and grief.

    But what if there was no warning, and a character in your child's book dies?

    The youth novel market has been one of immense debate over recent years, and its popularity has spawned incredible successes for many a series of books come films, and if the excellent Bologna Children's Book Fair summary of my new blog friend David Maybury is to be believed, then publishers are just awaiting the next big thing to appear from this genre.

    For books aimed at these older children, when the choice is entirely theirs, and they are basing their decisions via similar means to us old fogies, do we just need a quick cross check to ensure what they are going to read is appropriate?

    If you are the parent of a sensitive child, or perhaps one that has suffered certain traumas, for example the loss of a friend or relative, how much would you like to know about a book before it appears in their hands?

    We have got very used to the classification guides of films, that come with an overall rating and then indicators to why such a rating has been given, like contains fantasy violence and mild swearing.

    Would a similar system benefit books, or would it hinder the mystique of what makes book, and its story, so engaging?

    I am in two minds on the subject, I can see how it could prevent regrettable instances such as children being exposed to material that perhaps it was better they weren't, but I also feel a book could lose some of its allure and effect if we know too much about it beforehand.

    But what are your experiences and thoughts?

     

  • Will your children end up loving or loathing reading?

    I keep banging on about how much I want my child to enjoy reading, but ultimately I am not really sure how much of an impact I can have on another person’s likes and loves, but that does not stop me from having a ‘strategy of encouragement’.

    Thinking back I have very strong, and very vivid, memories of enjoying books as a child.  Memories include taking books on holiday with me, and reading them at night, even after all the excitement of  the day, days that would usually have included a multitude of activities, making new friends and, at times, perhaps, the odd bit of mischief.

    But even after all those highs, I would enjoy coming back to my night time reading, and look forward to the visions that my mind would create based on what I was reading.

    It was also at this time that I first discovered that reading can be so much more fun than television, or film.  I had a book based on the children’s cartoon series M.A.S.K. The images I came up with while reading it, in my own grey matter, were always better than the actual episodes I numbed myself with on television.

    However, somewhere along the way, I lost my love of reading, and looking back I think I can start to perhaps pinpoint where, and why.

    I now believe it was during high school, which, twenty years ago (wow) was when school felt like it was getting serious.

    A proper timetable, homework, a diary to record homework, targets, tests and reports.

    All these things turned me off education, and while I did not struggle at school, I did not thrive within its environment, and my love of reading was lost to the labour of reading what I was told to, and to; READ IT BETTER.

    It was not until I left school, again on holiday - one very different to the ones we used to enjoy as a family - that a friend handed me a book they had just finished; Popcorn by Ben Elton.  And after reading it, in what seemed like hours, my love for books was reignited.

    My hand luggage on any holiday after that would always be dominated by books, at an almost one-per-day-of-vacation ratio.   And I would always have a book on-the-go at home, without finding the time to read them at such at perhaps such a ferocious pace.

    Now with my son starting school this September, I can, sadly, see him going through a similar process, it is already happening in his first formal year of schooling.

    My son loves books, or being read to certainly, he gets very excited when I increase the number I am going to read to him based on his positive behaviour, and that fills me with joy.

    What fills me with dread is when he says things like; ‘I MUST read this tonight, as I HAVE to get to the end of this level, to get onto the next’.

    Laboured, rushed reading, ignoring his learning ability, and certainly his joy of learning and words.

    What is more depressing is that this is seemingly a global issue, with parents feeling the world over, that children are under increasing pressure from a ridiculously young age, to achieve certain targets, with little regard to the impact this is having on the individual.

    The Book Chook gave, what I believe, to be an excellent response to a letter she received from a worried parent.  A parent concerned that their child is not at the right level of reading.

    I appreciate there has to be a balance, but, in my opinion, a love of reading conquers being on red, green level or having a ‘reading age’ surpassing the years since your birth.

    But, what do you think, and have you experienced similar?

  • What funny things have you said to your children?

    Speaking in public, while something I have always been quite competent at, has been something I have loathed doing, even back since my school days.

    People who know me would argue that I do like to take centre stage, but it is only really true if there is no script, and I am in the company of people in which I have embarrassed myself previously.

    Like many others, I can get nervous, especially if there are words to be read aloud from notes, or definite thing I must say or cover, before I get booed off.   I can get very bumbly, and read words incorrectly and in the wrong order.

    And this is even after practice, rather than reading things aloud for the first time, in front of others.

    When my son was a pre-schooler, one of the playgroups we attended would call upon the carers to take turns in reading a story to all the children, as they sat nicely during their snack time.  The idea to somewhat keep them calm, before they went off racing around the place again, once all the food and drink was tidied away.

    This led, to the occasions I could not avoid it, to me reading some books I had never seen previously, aloud, to group of baying little ones, and their parents.  Perhaps not the most difficult audience ever, but terrifying all the same.

    Reading to my own son has always been enjoyable, and I have got to the point of not really caring who is listening to us, and our mistakes.

    I do find myself really concentrating if the book is more challenging than usual, or one we have not read in the past.

    Making errors can also be funny – certainly is to a five year-old boy – and after making one, I then tend to make them deliberately, to see if I can get him to laugh, or notice my deviations.

    It is also really funny to hand a book to someone who is not used to reading aloud, perhaps those friends and relatives without children, or ones now old enough to find they better enjoy reading themselves.

    When I am in a particularly playful mood, I will hand a book to one of our 'guest readers' on the basis of it being difficult to pronounce some of the words, rhymes or passages.

    Books about dinosaurs are very good for this devilish pursuit, and the holidays confirmed it.  My son and I had ample opportunity, and willing victims, to test it out on.

    I am not going to write how one of our friends pronounced diplodocus, but you can imagine it was pretty funny, and I suppose, a little naughty at the same time.

    They then took the lead to pronounce all the dinosaurs in my son’s book incorrectly.  Which he partly found hilarious, and was also good for him to be able to correct.

    So, have you suffered, or I should say, enjoyed similar with your broods?

    What is the funniest thing you have mispronounced to your children?

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