My uncle the voracious (understatement) reader emailed me today:
I'm attaching a letter I've written to your cousin, Christiana. I'm sending her a copy of Orwell's 1984, a copy in which I've made extensive margin notes. Of course, I'll put a twenty dollar bill in with the letter on p. 112, but I'm wondering if this is even appropriate. I think she's a reader. I know she likes The Hunger Games. But I was fifteen when I first read 1984 and I think it's time she read something other than fluff. Am I pushing too hard, d'ya think? I really have no idea what a girl of fifteen thinks about these days. But you know me and books. I want to give her a fighting chance in life.
I always believe in giving kids books that will challenge them and broaden their horizons. The right book at a pivotal moment in young adulthood can be life changing, and that is a magical and powerful thing. What a gift. Books give us a fighting chance in life. I'd have to agree wholeheartedly.