Why kid lit is the best
Earlier in the week I wrote a Foolsletter about Walter Borden and how his appearance at my high school helped me ‘keep-a-goin’
His literary voice has impacted me deeply.
But the literary form that has impacted me the most has been literature for children.
There are fewer things that have been more rewarding than reading to my kids.
The words to “Jack and the Flum Flum Tree” haunt me to this day.
The Underneath, by Kathi Appelt I consider to be the most beautiful book ever written.
I was always on the look out for great new literature for children.
Kid lit typically is magical, full of wonder and has the guileless ability to speak profound truths beautifully.
Kid lit favorites like Goodnight Moon are incredibly cleaver. (check out this great story about Margaret Wise Brown in the New Yorker)
Having said that, I didn’t spare them the classics. Though not in heavy rotation, the story of “The Little Engine that Could” came up from time to time.
When I’m starting to pick up steam creatively it’s frequently the work of two literary heroes: Walter Borden and Watty Piper.
I could imagine them engaged in a kind of call and response in my head:
I think I can
I think I can
I think I can.
Say them aloud and you might end up with this:
I think I can keep a goin'
It’s like the old saying goes:
If success is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration, it’s no wonder I’m feeling a bit moist.