Reading with a child at bedtime is an age-old custom that is repeated from generation to generation. It is one of the most treasured memories of childhood for many adults and one that they would like their children to share. Reading a book at bedtime can extend and adapt the filial bond through years of developing maturity when ideas and opinions of the wider world begin to be aired, interest in serious reading is stimulated and more sophisticated jokes can be shared. But in an age when television and the internet intrude into every room, including the bedroom, the book at bedtime regime is under threat. Kindle readers might provide an acceptable high-tech alternative to the old-fashioned printed paper, but it is more important than ever to ensure that the written content is of interest to both parent and child.
A parent who knows s/he is going to enjoy the read, as well as the moments of intimacy, is more strongly motivated to continue the book at bedtime routine, and the child who knows that mum or dad will giggle as much as they do will also want the experience to continue. So what is needed is the sort of book that persuaded one reviewer to write, ‘Parents who read this aloud to their children are sure to get a laugh out of it.’ In another instance, the enjoyment was shared to such an extent that the reviewer wrote, ‘I’m still not sure whether this book is geared toward children or adults. Maybe both. It was an utterly delightful read with lots of laugh out loud moments as the author weaves fantasy and legend with actual history.’
Some books ostensibly written for children contain so much that is of interest or amusement to adults that one reviewer expressed his surprise by writing, ‘What a very unexpected pleasure. I thought I was going to read a children’s book – and it most definitely isn’t. But it is a very cleverly written ‘big kids’ book. It’s a series of short stories, with excellent touches of sarcasm and irony, a few clever references to modern life, and the occasional snippet of political satire.’ Here perhaps is a warning that the adult interest can be overdone, but for the same book another reviewer wrote that with this consideration in mind she read the book with her thirteen-year-old niece and ‘she loved it as much as I did! So funny and gripping, as an adult I enjoyed the sneaky humour, Holly just giggled her way through the whole book!’ Here then, one has the type of book that on printed page or Kindle screen can help to save the tradition of the bedtime read.
Source by John Powell