I remember towing my kid brother around the library in a doomed attempt to inspire a love of reading.
“This one sounds cool,” I said, handing a book to my brother. It was an adventure story with a shiny gold spine. “It’s about a kid genius who tries to kidnap a fairy and ends up with high tech fairy operatives chasing him.”
My brother wasn’t impressed. He inspected the cover with a kind of resigned patience usually reserved for trips to the shoe store. With a furtive glance at me, he slid the book back into its slot on the shelf.
“What’s wrong with that one?”
“Dunno,” he mumbled. “It sounded boring.”
“Okay then, how about this one? It has a quest and dragons.” I said, pulling another book down. He was shaking his head before it cleared the shelf.
“No,” he said, looking relieved to finally have a good reason to veto my pick. “It has a girl on the cover.” Continue reading