Our local library wouldn’t allow me to check out books from the grown up section until I was 12. The librarian frowned at my grandmother when she realized grandma was checking out the Agatha Christie books on my behalf.
I read while walking down the school hallways. I kept a book in my lap during class and read when I thought the teacher wouldn’t notice. I read Tess, Bambi, Forever, and Flowers in the Attic. I’d read anything. I liked everything. I had no judgment.
My dad’s second wife complained. “Larry,” she said to my father, “tell her to get her nose out of that book.” And to me my step-sister said, “That’s why boys don’t like you.” I suspected my step-sister was right, but I liked the boys in books better anyway.
What limits were put on your reading? What was the wildest, most daring book you read as a kid? What book shocked you? If you’re a parent now, what reading limits do you put on your own kids? Have you ever wanted a book banned? Why?
When adults try to ban a book, what exactly do you think they are afraid of? I don’t mean what they say they are worried about because that seems like only half the explanation. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve written anything someone would try to ban…how would that feel?