September 21st, 2004

(no subject)

I remember the joy of reading. Indeed i still can get lost in a book if I have time to read which I have had less of these past few years than i would like. From the days when i was a child and my grandmother held an index card on the page to help train my eye to stop jumping around the page so i could read, i have always loved the writen word. In childhood i read such lovely books as the hobbit or dune. A few books which were oriented towards younger readers stuck in my head as well.

The Girl With the Silver Eyes by Willo Davis Roberts Was such a a book which of course is of a young girl who has strange powers and is different, but this in the end (as it must in all good stories) proves to be a great thing. it was a splendid book.

The other book which stuck with me was Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson, A book of having imagination and transition. It is a rich book and made love being who I was. It embraced the secret kingdoms and imaginary worlds of youth. And it was also a very sad book in the end and i can remember crying and wishing it had not ended in the maner in which it did but knowing it had to.

I bring this up now do to this:

It is a list of the books most requested to be banned this past year and I find one of my cherished books of childhood. this bothers me more than I suppose it should. I have accepted long ago that our society is less than it should be. But I am offended by this. It is like being told your childhood was wrong somehow.