It’s a mistake to assume, as Alan Jacobs did recently in the Chronicle of Higher Education (in a passage later quoted by Shelf Awareness), that readers are, “mostly born and only a little made.”Damn straight. My parents were readers. I didn't inherit that from them genetically, but my brother, sister and I all learned it from them. I read to my son, and he's a reader. I read to my daughter, and she's one, too. Hell, I read to my wife, and now she's a reader - one who started long after she reached adulthood.
I don’t blame those two women any more than I blame the librarian. Their responsibility as guardians, whether they were aunts or family friends or much older sisters, is to watch out for the young person in their charge. Thirteen is a liminal moment between childhood and adulthood, so who am I to say what’s appropriate for someone that age, and for this particular thirteen year old I don’t know in the slightest.Hmm. I'm an aunt, and I would probably be cautious in a situation like that precisely because I'm conscious that I'm *not* my nephews' guardian, and it's their parents', not my, responsibility to watch out for them. I find myself telling my nephews "let's ask your mom and dad first" an awful lot, just because I don't want to undermine my siblings' and their spouse's parenting choices, and I probably err on the side of caution. I suspect that will not be a factor in whether my nephews grow up to love books or not.
Having a library card before you can fill out the application is meaningless -- a driver's license without the driving test. What purpose is served by giving the *parent* an additional card on which to check out books?I was a really early reader and a really late writer. I have terrible small-motor skills, and in order to learn to write I had to see a "writing tutor" who I now suspect was some sort of occupational therapist. I could have easily passed a reading test, so I'm not sure why an arbitrary *writing* test would be equivalent to getting a drivers' license without a driving test.
"Nothing! Look at your hands. And look at your mouth. What IS that truck?"... And young Australian Matt is all like, what? He had a jam truck drawn on his face or something? Couldn't even find it in the dictionary.
"I don't know, aunt."
"Well, I know. It's jam—that's what it is..."
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