Showing posts with label Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Show all posts

Monday, August 6, 2012

The Key With Kids Is To Give Winding Unclear and Wordy Direction, As Seen Here


Has anyone noticed that there has been, on average, one more audiobook than usual available for download from the Richmond Public Library?  That’s because I took a little hiatus from listening to books in exchange for napping.  But I’m back, as I have found audiobook listening to be a perfect activity to pair with nesting, the act of a mother-to-be looking at cute baby stuff on Pinterest.  In olden times, this term was used to refer to cleaning and organizing.  Silly pioneer women!

Ok, so about this week’s audiobook.  Several people – but most notably Top Blog Reader Kiley – have been surprised for years that I have never read the Harry Potter books.  I have never been interested in the Fantasy genre (and have lived to regret my brief foray into the Twilight series).  But when I saw that Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling was available to download, I thought I’d give it a listen.  I’d love to add 500 books to my To Read Pile.  (That’s how many are in the series, right?)

Turns out, I don’t care about wizards going to wizardry school and their dumb wizard problems.  This book was completely uninteresting.  I mean, wow.  I can’t believe how much people (mainly 10 year olds, Kiley) love this stuff.  I’d like to recommend they check out the Little House on the Prairie series by Laura Ingalls Wilder.  Wow, is that good stuff.  And based on true stories of suffering and overcoming hardship, which every kid should want to learn about.  At one point they lived in a hill! (On the Banks of Plum Creek, Book 4 in the series)  For Christmas they got a peppermint stick! (every single one of the books)  And, perhaps even more sad – no Pinterest.  How did they decorate their dirt walls?

Ok, ok I think kids reading books is good no matter what wizardry crap they are into.  I remember reading some (perhaps 100) pretty useless books about silly babysitters and their little babysitter problems.   And now I run a completely unsuccessful blog about reading books.  Aim high, kiddos!