Now I don’t know about anyone else, but this book scared me when I was a little kid. Then the other night, I had an experience so full of de’ja vu that I got a head-spin.
Adam whips this out, from a dark hiding spot in the bookshelf. I don’t even know how we happened to aquire this book. It’s like filter lint and texta-pen lids; universal to all. He begins to read it to Keira (who in her defense, was rather tired). When the time in the story came when Grover is trying to tie the pages together Keira says in a choked voice, “Stop it daddy.”
Daddy, who was short on the uptake, thought she was talking about something else and kept going. Keira then ran and hid in the corner of the room, beginning to cry.
“What?” he said.
“It’s scaring her,” I said, and so, even with promises that “It’s a HAPPY monster at the end of the book” Keira would have none of it and our little story-time was over.
Does this book have the same power over your kids? Or used to over you? I wonder how it stays in print!
