The Child and Books

reading poster It’s inescapable.  There is nothing quite like the moment a child opens a book for the first time.  They discover with eyes and mind a magic that is fresh and new.  If they’re lucky, they make the discovery at home, with a book gifted to them.  And it should be a real book, specially produced for children.  I’m inclined to say that it should also be  something more than just any book.  I still remember some of the books I encountered as a child, and believe me when I say that that was a very long time ago.  I won’t list titles.  They’re not important to this discussion.  It’s the sensations that they gave rise to.

A book, with a hard cover, a brightly illustrated jacket protecting a surprisingly plain cover.  The jacket entices, hints at wonders to be discovered within.  The plain cover, in time, will give rise to a sense of immensity, with its blocked typeface so stylishly perfect on front and spine, with maybe a box around the title on the front and lines dividing the printing on the spine.  And opening the book, there’s an aroma that will become so important.  The scent of paper and ink, but much more than just those – the distinctive smell that says “book”.  Within, the text is clear and crisp, with some pages adorned with line drawings, maybe even some colour plates illustrating parts of the contents.  Some books may even have text on pages alive with colourful images, almost like subtitles.

Plunging into the words, the child is immersed in a magical ocean.  It may be a fairy tale or an adventure story, tales of lands of wonder and mystery, stories of ancient times, or more mundane things that any child can relate to.  It really doesn’t matter.  For now, the child loves to enter the enchanted world of books.

The author clearly bears a great responsibility.  These young minds are wide open, thirsty for knowledge.  It is the author’s duty to not bring harm to those minds, not to repel the child.  The author must entertain, first and foremost.  Any other purpose must be subtle, an almost subliminal message.  But, the author isn’t the only person who bears a grave responsibility here.  Parents and teachers must shoulder the burden too.  They must be prepared to provide the books, and to accept that the child may not like some of them.  The worst thing adults do to children is forcing them to read books they dislike!  That single act can stop a child from ever becoming a reader.  It’s a kind of deprival that is inexcusable.

There are far too many children in this world who have no access to books, by the circumstance of where they live or the poverty they exist in.  It is unforgivable for us to deprive our children of the magic world of books and reading.  Even if you aren’t a reader, I beg you to give your children every chance of becoming one.

~ Steve

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About Steve

An author since the age of 13 years, writing again dominates my activities. My "Imagineer-ing" blog is my primary site. Also: Beginner knitter since November 2010. Favourite knitting techniques: cable and lace. Beginner cross stitcher. Beginner jewellery maker. With the promotion of self publication and all the other work that has been going on here, Dad decided around 2am this morning (22/11/2013) that it was time to begin his next adventure. He was seen off earlier the previous evening by myself, my brother, my sister in law, and my sister, as well as his wife (our mum), and an enigmatic being known only as A Lorraine. After this time of story telling, laughing, crying, joking and mickey taking, we saw how tired both mum and dad were, and we decided to leave them under the (sometimes) gentle care of The Lorraine. When Dad found the timetable for his travels, he let Mum know gently, which woke her from her drowsing, then, with the same gentleness he showed in this universe, he boarded his favourite mode of transport, the Interdimensional Steam Train, and set off with a smile and a wave. For those of us closest, that smile was a reminder that his pain has ended, and the wave, an indicator that he will pop in to all those that knew him, from time to time. Usually at the most inconvenient and in opportune moments he can. While we are sad that he is no longer here, we are happy he now has no pain, and is experiencing more extraordinary things that his writers mind will be frantically weaving into a new story. Posted by Son Damien

9 thoughts on “The Child and Books

  1. As a child, I could think of no better treat than reading a book. My favorite Christmas gifts were the hardcover books my godmother sent each year, and those were often a window into a new, imaginary land. My own children are grown now, but I still have boxes of their favorite books in storage, waiting for the day that a grandson or granddaughter discovers the wonders of the world in their pages. Thanks for this wonderful post!

    • Thank you! 🙂 And thanks for sharing the memory. I always loved plunging into new books. And when our kids started, there were all those wonderful books that were full of pictures and words that blended together so perfectly. We still have many of them here, but now and then we pass them on to the grandkids, as they reach a point when they no longer destroy anything made of paper lol.

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