It’s always exciting for me when people come over to my house to pick up books to read and write about. Their eyes light up and they are like kids in a candy store. I have hundreds of books and audio books for them to choose from and some don’t know where to start. Most say, “I’ll take only two,” but usually end up with at least 10.
Today a mother and her two daughters stopped by. The girls are 14 and 16, so I steered them to my YA section (I don’t have much organization here, but I do try to keep the YA and the adult books separated). Mom easily found a stack that appealed to her and as I was entering them in the computer, she kept finding “just one more.”
By the time the girls had their selections in hand, they each had about 8 books. I noticed that the 16 year old had a number of adult books. I explained to the mother that it was up to her to monitor what her daughter read, but she assured me that if her girls had any questions about what they were reading, they discussed it. Fine with me.
After they left, I had more time to think about what I was reading at that age. Yes, I will admit that I always kept a book hidden under my mattress because it was considered an adult book. I’m not sure I remember if I understood everything in it, but I know that I really enjoyed it and wanted to read more. I wonder now if I really did have to hide it or if my mom would have been ok with me reading it.
With the onslaught of adult material on television and in the movies, I suppose it’s no surprise how much kids know nowadays. Some of it makes me cringe, but, while I don’t hand out the books to the kids without their parent’s permission, I still think it’s definitely up to the parents to monitor what their children are reading.
So, tell me how old you were when you read your first adult book? Are you ok with kids reading them and at what age? Do you think it’s different when it’s your children reading it?
Bottom Line: I now wonder if my mom ever found any of those books and just never mentioned it.