I’m a book dad.
I was a book kid and a book teen, on a first name basis with
my local librarian, my nose always buried in one crumbling, broken-spined
paperback or another. I know many intelligent, successful adults who put away
books when they reached adulthood and never looked back. Not me. I kept right
on reading, and became a book guy. When it turned out the woman I fell in love
with and married was also a reader, it came as no real surprise.
When our son was born, reading to him seemed as natural as
feeding and changing him, and just as integral to his proper care. Pat the Bunny, Goodnight Moon and The Very
Hungry Caterpillar were early favorites. You just can’t go wrong with the
classics. Eric was a young reader, also not much of a surprise. He devoured Magic Treehouse and Boxcar Children books, inhaled Goosebumps
and Hardy Boys. We took turns reading
the first Harry Potter book to him, a
chapter each night, completely enthralled. My wife and I made a pact not to
read ahead. I admit here, for the first time, that I sometimes cheated. Eric
read the second Potter book by
himself, and the die was cast. He was a book kid.
My daughter Hannah, born two years after Eric, not so much.
She loved being read to, but the reading bug never really bit her. In a house
filled to overflowing with books, she often had trouble finding something that
interested her. She was, and is, smart and creative, a wonderful writer and
musician, but finding a book that demanded her attention was challenging. When
it did happen, she read and reread them obsessively. Harry Potter did the trick, as did Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging and its sequels, and the Mates, Dates books. Hunger Games had our entire family reading, in shifts. (By the time
Mockingjay came along, we gave up and
bought multiple copies for the house.) The same thing happened with The Fault In Our Stars.
Our second daughter, McKenna, is also a reader. She’s 14 now.
Her friends and her pass around books like they are sacred objects, from the
aforementioned Fault In Our Stars to Divergent and The Mortal Instruments books. They write fan fic, and talk about
their favorite characters as if they were real. In a way, the best way, I guess
they are.
As a book dad, I love recommending favorites to my kids.
Sometimes it’s easy. Eric is 21 now, and we have virtually the same taste in
fiction. We buy each other books all the time, and it’s always something we
want to read as well. Recent choices include The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman, Stephen King’s Doctor Sleep, The Girl With All the Gifts by M.R. Carey, Lev Grossman’s Magician trilogy and Jo Walton’s Among Others. We have two main points of
disagreement. One is e-readers, which I have accepted as a necessary, and
convenient, evil, but which he refuses to truck with. I sometimes purchase
something on my Kindle I know he desperately wants to read, just to entice him,
but so far he’s resisted. The other concerns the subject of rereading, which I
rarely do. Too many novels I haven’t yet read, is my position. Eric has reread Ender’s Game and His Dark Materials so many times that he’s had to buy new copies.
Recommending books to my daughters is much more hit and
miss. McKenna may be a reader, but at least at the moment, her friend’s picks
carry more weight than mine, and she likes what she likes. She currently
favors, quote, “Dystopian series with a love interest.” Luckily for her, there
are plenty of those floating around. I did score with Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs and The Coldest Girl In Coldtown by Holly
Black. Hannah is the toughest nut to crack, but when I recommend something she
likes, it’s uniquely satisfying. Dorothy Allison’s Bastard Out of Carolina and Lynda Barry’s Cruddy are dark, challenging novels that I love, and that Hannah
connected with. I’m hoping to get her to try Geek Love next.
For the record, all three kids have read Trapped In Lunch Lady Land. Without
threats, even.
I’m a lot of things, like most people. A husband and father,
a graphic designer and illustrator, a published author, a soccer sideline
cheerleader. And proudly, a book dad.
David Simon has a new book out, Trapped in Lunch Lady Land. Check it out of your nearest library, or it is available at bookstores near you!!
Thanks for giving me this opportunity, Susan, I really enjoyed writing it. It was a nice trip down memory lane.
ReplyDeleteHi David.... sweet blog. We're a book family too. Kindles and other electronics are cool, but nothin' beats a good 'ol fashion book book... and no glare at the beach!
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Hey Deborah,
ReplyDeletethanks for the kind words. I agree, nothin' beats a good ol' fashioned book, and I resisted e-readers for a long time, but the Kindle really comes in handy, especially when traveling. If only it smelled like an old book...