Oh good grief. Do we have to do this again?
Just a second while I fill my Harry Potter mug up and sit at my desk surrounded by children’s books waiting to be reviewed. Yeah, I don’t have an opinion about this…
Why do adults like children’s books? Why do adults read comic books? Why do adults read romances? Mysteries? Why do we read anything but the most literate of fiction and nonfiction?
Best of all in the article are the theories about why people like me read children’s books. It appears I’m a lonely, nervous person desperate for “the pleasure of home-cooking” and looking for a “tolerance towards eccentricity.” OK, so that last bit about eccentricity may be true.
I’ve got an idea! How about we all are just allowed to read whatever we darn well want to. And be free of people creating theories about what makes me odd. Heck, reading children’s books is actually one of the more normal things in my life.
I predict the next article will be fretting about why adults don’t read any more.