Thanksgiving at my in-laws was a fairly typical affair—the now young teen nephew and nieces eating in a frenzy, then shuffling off to their corners to check emails, voicemails, and fan forums. Somewhere after about 1990, I lost track of what turns on kids. Hanna Montana? What’s that? High School Musical? Shudder.
There are a few universals, however, and I pulled them out just before my MIL was about to start fuming over the lack of familial bonding. Books. My husband’s niece is sixteen going on thirty, loves the paranormal and scifi, and of course, has developed a dozen hardcore crushes on stars. Aha! A prime candidate for a paranormal romance. I hopped into my car, drove the 10 minute round trip to my home, and returned with the booty.
My husband’s nephew is a tough nut to crack. Brilliant, a little shy, a trife arrogant. I drew him out with talk of Lovecraft and Robert Jordan. He hadn’t read Piers Anthony? I drew him into a long conversation about the great names in scifi and fantasy. Dazzled him with Asimov. Mesmerized him with a summary of Thomas Covenant’s story.
The little girl likes suspense, but hasn’t read Nancy Drew! Throw away that American Girl stuff, I ordered.
I’m not a parent, and I admire those who have to day in and day out find ways to talk to reach their children’s inner lives, their imaginations.
You know so many wonderful books, don’t you? I watched Black Friday shoppers wrangling over items that plug in, and tune out the outside world. I skipped those items, and went to the book section. Books are (relatively) cheap, and are treasures far beyond the cover price. What else gives you a return for under $20 that lasts a lifetime? Long after the barking iPod holder breaks, I’ll be able to talk to the kids about their first tastes of some very magical books. Books ARE magic. They’re better when you share them, and get better with age. The only other thing I can think of like that is cheese, and no teenager wants a good round of bleu for the holidays.
Happy Bonding!
Ciar Cullen

