What you should all know if you're going to read this blog at all, is
that I have a terrible, unforgivable bias against nonfiction. It just
doesn't make any sense to me; when deciding what to read, how could you
NOT want a made-up story in which anything can happen?
Watching Chestnut and Diana pick their way through the world of books
has been enlightening. One nonfiction book I did love as a child seems
to have held on to its perennial fascination. And, as far as I can tell, its appeal transcends gender, space, time etc.
The current Diana favorite?
And for Chestnut? Longtime favorite have been this series, with this one being the most compelling:
That last one is actually kind of brilliant, though I am uneasy sometimes when I am unsure of just how well fact-checked they are, but there you go. That's the whole thing with nonfiction, somehow.
am hoping that somehow seeing my children be so…inquisitive will inspire me to open my
mind and my world to see what's out there that's true. Sitting on my
night table is Gomorrah, which I am supposed to be reading for my
(grown-up) book group. But it exerts almost no pull over me. How is it
that I can willfully ignore history? Culture? Art? I am hoping that the
excellent examples of my children and their flexibility in viewing the
books around them will start to work soon. But I must say, it hasn't happened yet.