“I haven’t read a children’s book in years!” the professor told me over the edge of his teacup when I shared the news: having been given the chance to do research towards a PhD, I’d switched fields of study, would be learning about an author of children’s literature, and was looking forward to it. How refreshing, I thought, to take seriously something that serious people often brush aside. This was to be our final conversation (although, if you are out there and reading this, I’d like to chat again, sir, perhaps to change your mind).
Why haven’t you? What springs to his mind when he hears “children’s book” anyway? What springs to yours? What judgments and feelings spring along with it?