Years ago, I owned a bookstore in Waynesville, North Carolina, where we sold used and new books, and a healthy collection of children’s literature.
One summer afternoon, a woman accompanied by two adolescent grandchildren entered the store. While the kids browsed the shelves, the grandmother and I visited at the checkout desk. At one point during our cordial conversation, she looked at her grandchildren, both of whom were absorbed in books, smiled, and said, “You know, I don’t really care what they’re reading as long as they’re reading.”
