I took a trip to my local library the other day, visiting the children’s section for the first time in a while.
I was appalled.
My surprise didn’t come because the shelves were empty—they were well-filled. Nor did it come because the books I loved as a child had largely disappeared—I already knew that many of them were purged from the shelves, deemed too old-fashioned or beyond repair or replacement.
What surprised me was the row after row of flashy, cartoonish covers sporting titles that signaled a woke, politically correct, and superficial worldview. It seemed that any child who commendably pulled himself away from video games and social media long enough to pick up a book would just receive more of the same content, only in a slower-paced, readable form….