Just a couple of weeks ago, Olivia was reading the Rainbow Magic Fairy series. For those who don’t know what this is, you’re not missing much. It’s written by Daisy Meadows, which is actually a pseudonym for several writers who churn out dozens of books about fairies. Olivia can churn through one of these books in a day, and is thankfully outgrowing them.
I couldn’t wait for to her to broaden her reading horizons, but I didn’t expect she would go from asking for Rainbow Magic books to the Diary of Anne Frank.
But yep, that’s my oldest kid. When she asked if she could read Anne Frank, I was conflicted. Of course I want her to read it, but I don’t know if I want her to read it when she’s eight. I decided she could first read a biography of Anne Frank, while I re-read The Diary of Anne Frank. Thanks to the biography, Olivia already knows the basic concept of the book. For the last two days, she has been regaling me with facts about Anne Frank. As interested as she is in this amazing young girl, I’m ready to give her the OK, and let her read the book. Who am I to ban it from her? Well yes, I am her mother, and really I can say no, but I won’t. Sure it’s a difficult book with a lot of difficult themes, but it’s also one of the most important books I’ve ever read.
I’m sure she won’t understand quite a bit of the book, but I’m going to do my best to have a frank and honest discussion about what happened to this 13-year old Jewish girl during World War II. I’m also quite certain this won’t be the last time she reads The Diary of Anne Frank. And I can’t wait until she does have a better understanding of it.