Or more appropriately labeled, their lack of it.
Just yesterday, when I was at a friend’s house, her mom presented her with two books she randomly bought for her. Her mom thinks she should read more.
I am insanely jealous.
If my mother thought I needed to read more, I would explode with literary happiness. But no, my mother thinks I need clothes. When I mention that I have plenty, she reminds me that three fourths of my closet is composed of my sister’s hand-me-downs. I have no problem with this. Picture a stereotypical (brunette), fashion-loving cheerleader. This is my big sister. Yeah, my sister knows her fashion.
My intense jealousy isn’t the main point. The main point is that my friend doesn’t like reading. These are the books she got:
• The Book Thief by Markus Zusak (I previously showed it to her, she didn’t like it)
• A random MG (for someone who doesn’t read much, this is very bad.)
I think her mom rules for going to a bookstore and getting books. My friend would never have. At the same time, she would not have picked those books.
(I’m talking from experience here) I know Tom Sawyer is a classic. My language arts class had to read it. Most of them hated it. I know teachers want to “expand our vocabulary”/ “give us literary wisdom”. To be honest, I don’t know how reading Tom Sawyer can accomplish that.
I think I’ve posted about this before, but this gets under my skin. Teachers complain about us kids not reading. Why not assign us to read the Hunger Games or something? I know we are required to read some stuff, but there are opportunities to read other books.