My sister asked my cousin if she could get my cousin's son (who is also our cousin) Harry Potter and the [why did they change this word]'s Stone for Christmas.
My cousin sent back a long and involved e-mail saying that she'd have to read that first to make sure it was appropriate, and since she had no desire to read it, and her son had expressed no interest at all, she'd rather Janie didn't, and that we shouldn't try to get him to hound her about it.
So, a week or so later, I sent her a list of ideas for Christmas gifts for her son. Two Terry Pratchett, two Garth Nix, two Orson Scott Card, and one Dan Gutman. All of which were fantasy to one degree or another, most of which she hadn't heard of, let alone read.
Her response: sure, those are fine.
WHAT THE HELL. Not that I would have any better opinion of this if she had to verify that these books were appropriate, too, but what the HELL is so evil about Harry Potter that she would have to make sure it isn't going to corrupt her poor little son, and yet all these others she doesn't even bat an eye at?
My cousin sent back a long and involved e-mail saying that she'd have to read that first to make sure it was appropriate, and since she had no desire to read it, and her son had expressed no interest at all, she'd rather Janie didn't, and that we shouldn't try to get him to hound her about it.
So, a week or so later, I sent her a list of ideas for Christmas gifts for her son. Two Terry Pratchett, two Garth Nix, two Orson Scott Card, and one Dan Gutman. All of which were fantasy to one degree or another, most of which she hadn't heard of, let alone read.
Her response: sure, those are fine.
WHAT THE HELL. Not that I would have any better opinion of this if she had to verify that these books were appropriate, too, but what the HELL is so evil about Harry Potter that she would have to make sure it isn't going to corrupt her poor little son, and yet all these others she doesn't even bat an eye at?