I asked her one day if she was ever going to read anything else. I told her that I thought she should probably think about expanding her horizons and that there were a lot of other good books out there. She informed me that she had tried other books but that she was enjoying what she was reading so why bother. Okay, I thought to myself. She'll run out of books soon enough and then we'll talk about it again.
My other daughter has been a different story all together. Reading has not been her forte. We have given her countless books to read and nothing has sparked her interest. I thought, 'A Wrinkle in Time' would be perfect for her, but that wasn't to be. L'Engle was not the right call. Harry Potter stayed with her for a while, but he even seemed to disappoint. And then a month or so ago my wife said something in passing. She said the oldest really wanted to read Twilight. It was all everybody was talking about.
"I have Twilight." I said.
"I'm not sure she really needs to read that," my wife said.
"There's nothing wrong with it," I told my wife. Thinking to myself at this point I'd buy her a Jeff Foxworthy's Daily Redneck calendar if that's what it would take to get her to read something. Hell, I might even buy her a South Park comic book if there was such a thing.
"Well," my wife said, "I guess there are a lot of teenagers reading the book."
Anyhow, I was right in the middle of reading Twilight when my wife brought this up. A few days later I had just finished reading another chapter when I realized it was going to be a while before I ever finished it. It's not because I didn't like the book. That wasn't it at all. I just tend to read slow sometimes and I thought if my daughter started reading it and she found she liked it, then that would really be a plus. I also realized that if there was a book that she was going to read then this was it. I was most certain that this was that book.
It didn't take long. By mid-evening she had read over 50 pages. Fifty pages of anything was astounding. It was incredible. It was flipping amazing. I didn't care if it was about vampires. Or if it was about werewolves. I didn't care if it was about pigs flying in the rain. None of those things bothered me. It was a damn story.
At first I thought about the content because of all the hype. But only because a lot of other people were talking about it. But I just didn't get it.
...what is the big deal?
Two months ago she was reading about witches and warlocks; along with 25% of the other children in the world. I didn't really see what the big difference was. Right now my daughter was reading and that was one of the best things in the world in my eyes. I mean...it's a story about vampires...
...who don't want to hurt any body!
Little boys have been reading stories about super beings for the past 70 years. Iconic figures who have amazing powers and a dark side to them. Batman, Spiderman and The Green Arrow. What's the difference?
Right now I will pay Meyers to write books for my daughter. But if she comes home from school one day wearing bright red lipstick and punked out hair I will probably freak.