His books are ridiculous, aren't they? So pure and happy and impossible with their cheerful, honest police officers and wholesome families.
Here is an idea: find your way to Boston, and go to the public garden (I think that's where they are, I always get confused in Boston), and visit the duckling statues.
Image, courtesy Boston Discovery Guide.
They are really pretty great, and if you go with someone small they will feel strongly that the statues are, in fact, awesome. And they will be right. And then this part will be true, too; do you know what I mean? That for every awful thing we can somehow remember that there are also things that are really wonderful, and we can maybe celebrate those. I don't know what I mean exactly, just that maybe we can help tip the balance somehow.
Fond wishes and hopes for recovery going out to all you Boston people out there.