Thisby Thestoop and the Black Mountain

It’s fair to say that I read a good number of books children’s books. Having kids of my own, I like to pilfer their shelves from time to time. In our house, we like to stock “the classics” as a sort of quality guarantee. Since children’s books became a genre there have been writers who have tried to cash in on the children’s market as a way to make a quick buck with little effort. Reading “the classics” means that you get the best books from every era without having to wade through the formulaic twaddle, most of which has mercifully been forgotten over the years.
It’s a different story with modern children’s books. Picking up a new children’s book means taking a chance on wasting your time, and the modern children’s book publishing machine loves tried and true formulas. After the success of Harry Potter we got books about schools for magical/mythological/specially talented kids who are sorted into groups based on their personalities. After The Hunger Games took off, we’ve have had m…

Back on Track

Back in January, I made a New Year's Resolution to read 100 books this year and write a review of each one. So far I'm doing great with the first part. I have read 79 books so far and am plugging along with more. However, at some point writing about all of these books got away from me, and I have failed miserably at the second part of my resolution. So here I go, getting back on track. Instead of making myself write a 750ish word review on each book, I'm going to try to shoot off a few mini-reviews per blog post in the upcoming weeks to get myself caught up. Then at least when I'm a few years down the road, I can look back and get an idea of what the books I read were about and whether I liked them.