Read What You Love, Part 1
by Karen S. Wiesner
In this three-part article,
I talk about what conditions, if any, cultivate or discourage a love of the
written word as well as about the importance of reading what you love,
regardless of your age, the genre or content appropriateness, your gender, or
what's considered your "level". In the last two segments, I'll also review
two of my favorite Young Adult book series that any fan of the supernatural
should love as I much as I do.
I don't know when I
started reading as a child, though I suspect it wasn't as soon as I would like
to brag it was, if anyone in my family could actually recall such a thing. For
as long as I can remember, every catalog, magazine, even the TV Guide, as well as literally anything
that had words on it (shampoo bottles, cereal boxes, telephone directories,
maps…), I devoured. We didn't have many books lying around our house. I suspect
those we owned had been left there by the previous home owner. We had a very
old dictionary that lost its hard cover binding long before I dug it out of a
junk pile--and read it front to back. Hey, maybe that aided the reading
comprehension I seemed to have grasped very early in life.
I also unearthed one of
what had to be the very first Nancy Drew novels published (a cloth hardcover!)
that had, once upon a time, fallen down the well, been retrieved, and dried,
making the gray cloth shrink, and the pages stick together until I carefully
freed each one so I could read it.
I reread that book and
the dictionary until I started grade school and discovered an entire world open
to me through the school library. I was in utter awe. From the time I got to
school each day, I went to the library whenever I could between classes. From
Kindergarten and on, the elementary school librarian let me help her in the
library, checking books in and out, reshelving those returned, getting brand
new selections ready. She even let me have early access to each of those. I
knew where everything went in that little library in no time at all based on
the decimal number classification.
All my years in that
school, I loved it when the librarian read books to us. I was utterly lost in
the fictional world of those stories as me and my classmates sat on the reading
rug. I barely noticed how uncomfortable it was to sit on the floor, I was so
enraptured. I didn't want her to stop until she read the very last word of each
book.
The librarian saw my
love of books in how often I was there and the sheer number of books I checked
out on a weekly basis. I got over my extreme shyness, at least to a certain
level, because I saw a kindred soul in that kind lady. She never questioned
whether I understood what I was reading. Instead, she asked me how I liked it,
and we talked about those books all the time. From my introduction to the
library, I always checked out books that interested me, regardless of genre and
the suggested age level, which I can't imagine I even noticed back then. Even
that young, I suspect I wouldn't have cared to be told reading material was
beyond my age group or comprehension level, let alone appropriate for me to
read. In fact, ever harboring a bit of the rebel, I would have taken it as a
challenge.
I swear I read every
single book in that teeny-tiny library before I graduated to the middle and
high school that were in a single building. That new library was triple the
size, another whole new world for me to explore. I was quick to set myself up
for working there when I joined Library Club and became an aid to the
librarian. I might not have read all of those books in the years I was there,
but I sure made a dent in them.
As I got older, I fully
realized there were actually age-related guidelines and categories for books.
Additionally, comprehension determined what levels of books a person could or
should read. I think those standardized tests we took, where I excelled almost
to the extreme at language and reading comprehension (and performed dismally in
math, lol), made me aware that (and appreciative of) my ability to understand
nearly any book I picked up. I was also starting to comprehend that cultivating
a love of the written word had more to do with personality and preference, not
always (or at least not necessarily) with environment or conditioning. After
all, I don't think I ever saw my parents reading, and the only time I remember
them reading to me and my siblings was when I was watching for the school bus
to pick us up in the morning. While I stood at the window, my mom would read
out loud from the library books I checked out in towering stacks for those
precious minutes on weekdays.
It's true that some
people are just drawn to reading and books while others aren't--sometimes at all--for a variety of reasons, which
can include skills, abilities, preferences, and personality quirks (or lack
thereof). I don't think environment and conditioning are solid criteria for
deciding emphatically that someone will turn out to be an avid reader or not.
But that doesn't mean you can't slant the odds in your favor, as I actively did
when I was old enough to start having my own children.
I suppose since my
happiest memories as a child mostly all involved books, I began to read to my
son even before he was born. Early on, he discovered his love of books. He
started reading on his own when he was only four. Nevertheless, I still read to
him all the time, by mutual consent. I don't remember when I started reading
things like The Hobbit, Terry Brooks'
Shannara Chronicles, and Harry Potter
to him, but I know he was still in his early single digits. I could tell he
understood most of what I read to him by 1) the discussions we had during and
afterward about what we read and 2) how excited he was to get back to the
story, just as I was, each time.
Later in life, another
thing that struck me was when someone my husband knew asked what kinds of books
I wrote. Because that was what I was writing at the time, my husband said
science fiction. This person commented about how that genre was for little
kids, wasn't it? I confess I was initially offended and embarrassed when I
heard this, though of course I concluded eventually that this person wasn't a
reader per se and didn't really know much about reading or writing. Commonsense
says that most kids' books are written by adults, right? My science fiction was
an adult novel series, but I imagine those younger would also enjoy it just as
much. Besides, even if science fiction as a category could be relegated to only
youth reading it, I couldn't help wondering how anyone would think that age, let
alone genre, should dictate someone's reading likes and dislikes. I knew plenty
of grown men who still enjoyed comic books and manga as well as grown women who
continued to indulge in those "true confession" magazines that
tantalized and scandalized them as teenage girls.
I do want to be clear
here that I don't think there's anything wrong with parents
"censoring" stories that are far too sexual or violent for their
children. There's a lot of shocking material that's readily available these
days to kids that wasn't anywhere near as accessible in my time. Also, in my
day nearly everyone cared about being a role model to kids (not something that
seems prevalent in today's world). While freely admitting that I never had any
boundaries set on me and probably read a lot of things that weren't appropriate
for my age, I turned out pretty good, despite this. My point here, for the most
part, is that in the general sense, people should read what they're interested
in. It doesn't matter if someone else dubs it too mature or immature, or if
it's in a genre that social convention says adults or kids shouldn't be
reading. Additionally, I don't think gender should play a factor either. Why
can't males read romance novels while females read action/adventure and horror?
Read what you love!
I myself am no respecter
of age or level dictating what I do and should read. When I was young, I read
books that others, even educators, would have (wrongly) assumed were far beyond
my comprehension and, yeah, as I said earlier, some that was wildly
inappropriate reading material for my age. Now, as an adult, the tables have
turned. I read (and sometimes write) books that many would consider far below my level and too immature for
someone my age. Oh, the wondrous things many readers are missing, all because
of ill-perceived restrictions on age, level, gender, and/or genre!
I was never too young or
sheltered to read Go Ask Alice (by
Anonymous), Black Like Me (a
must-read for every human that I'd read long before my high school teacher
assigned it), anything by S.E. Hinton, Janet Dailey, Bruce and Carole Hart,
Paul Zindel, and Judy Blume. I even read the occasional Western, which was
simply not something girls read in my time.
I will never be too old
or mature to love the brilliant works of Dr. Seuss, Astrid Lindgren, Peggy
Parrish (and her belovedly ditzy, literalist character Amelia Bedelia), Betty
MacDonald, the crazy-fun Robert Munch, Scott O'Dell, Brandon Mull, and Joseph
Delaney.
A love of the written
word transcends any boundaries. And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
In the next two parts of this
article, I'll post in-depth reviews of two phenomenal Young Adult series I
discovered as a 30-something year old adult and would have missed (and been the
worse for it) if I cared anything about maturity, appropriateness, genre, and
level classifications.
Karen Wiesner is an award-winning,
multi-genre author of over 150 titles and 16 series.
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