It was a well-intended present. Maybe it was a bedtime story or a fable. And your son or daughter just “loved” the book, demanding you to read it to him or her a thousand times.
The only problem? The book is awful, from a literary standpoint as well as plot. The characters are as interesting as a blade of grass. Well, help is on the way.
My inner child started getting rebellious. I thought maybe the world ought to know what I think about when I read this stuff. Hey, it’s a blog, okay? I mean, if there can be a gazillion-jillion blogs about politics – ugh – there can be one dedicated to children’s lit’rahtoor, thank you very much. …
I don’t pretend this blog will be complete, just fun to browse. Maybe there’s a few undiscovered gems in the slush pile, maybe there’s just the same ol’ same ol’. Then again, my son has no fewer than five books on fire engines and loves them all. When it comes to kiddie lit, maybe there can never be too much of a good thing.
And to the heck with the kids; just reading the Empress’s posts for your own amusement is reason enough to visit her new site.