![]() ![]() ![]() And The Graveyard Book is one of the most emotionally honest books I’ve yet to have read this year. It just has to be emotionally honest with the reader. Great writing doesn’t have to transcend its genre. All that aside, generally I’ll read a May Bird book or an Everlost title and they’ll be fun examinations of the hereafter, but not the kind of things that touch my heart. But I’ve certainly seen a distinct rise in the Gothic and otherworldly over the last few years, and one wonders if it’s because kids want more of that kind of stuff or publishers are merely getting less squeamish. Is the violence of the world today trickling down into our entertainment? Hogwash and poppycock and other words of scoff and denial, says sober I. Sometimes when I’ve had a glass or two of wine and I’m in a contemplative mood I try weaving together a postulation that ties the current love of violent movies into this rise in children’s literary darkness. I’ve noticed that there’s been an increased interest in the macabre in children’s literature lately. ![]()
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