For more than a year, my eight-year-old granddaughter has been swept away in reading chapter books. She has always been a strong reader so this was to be expected. What I didn’t realize was how much she would be consumed by novels. After finishing one book, she can’t wait to start the next one in a series and when she is in the middle of the book, it is difficult to get her attention. Recently, she introduced me to the Emily Windsnap series by Liz Kessler.
When one of my daughters was young, her third-grade teacher got her interested in books by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I remember her reading Farmer Boy and laughing. There is nothing like a child reading a book and suddenly bursting out laughing. As a first-generation Immigrant, I didn’t know much about children’s literature until my children exposed me to old classics as well as to new books. I read all those books with them, too. They inspired me to write my first book, Blue Jasmine.
Last year, a parent at a conference was worried that her son likes to read and reread Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney. A fellow author and I told the mother not to worry. Her son was enjoying the books and subtly picking up many important aspects of what makes those books so appealing to him and other kids, including how humor is delivered. His love of those books was not a bad thing and eventually he would seek other novels.