Meet the first childhood chapter book that I remember having read on my own. "B" Is for Betsy mattered immensely to me. On reflection, it matters still.
Talented Carolyn Haywood was one of those authors for children who reached me, reached directly into my child's mind and curiosity and emotions and view of the world. In hindsight, she was a compassionate author who gently introduced children like me to a world that was safe and friendly.
Very likely I read every book of this series. Whatever of Carolyn's I did read, I loved it, and loved entering that word my way... through my eyes and my page-turning fingers.
Goodreaders, can you remember your five-year-old fingers? Clever fingers they were, with their so-soft skin. Mine, at least, were fidgety, eager, tender little girl fingers. And whatever I touched with those fingers, I could know. Because seeing has never convinced me, deep down. Besides, by the time I was old enough to read, I knew it would have been babyish to keep on making contact with physical life by sticking bits of it into my mouth!
Through Betsy books, my world as a reader opened up. I remember opening up that Betsy world on my own, whenever I wished, and she was always there waiting for me, my first book friend.
Thanks so much for bringing me Betsy books, Carolyn Haywood!
Incidental Note about My Wacky Version of Shelving
Fellow Goodreaders, I put some thought and care into how I name my shelves here. (As a writer, I'm a namer: ridiculously serious, really, about naming.)
CHILDREN'S BOOK, or some such category doesn't seem accurate enough. Too tight. Too broad. Very likely, Goldilocks wouldn't approve; for sure, such a shelving choice doesn't sit well with me.
Instead I've chosen a very particular trio for this book review, and others of this genre that I rate-and-review on Goodreads:
*FANTASY, because children move in and out of what adults (especially professional hypnotists) call "hypnosis." Any young-at-heart former child, and many of us parents, know that children experience life in a way that is subtly different from how we settle in, once having adjusted reasonably well to being human.
(If you're curious to learn more about my model for this process of settling in, read some of the earlier chapters of "The New Strong." Enough said here.)
*FICTION, due to technically being a made-up story, rather than ugh! something on TikTok: When fiction has been properly published as a book you can read and maybe chew on, just a bit? Of course, fiction counts as a legitimate category. But there's more....
*NONFICTION, because when a reasonably sane adult publishes a book that can be read to children, or read by children, or read by any human being really... That book is telling readers about what it means to live in this world, who can live here, how cause-and-effect work, and more.
Put all three of these jobs together, FANTASY, FICTION, and NONFICTION, yes! Put all that together, Goodreaders, and what then? You've found my Goodreads shelf of child-sized wonder.
Paradoxically, this shelf is larger than any adult consciousness bookshelf, just as a child's aura tends to be bigger-and-bolder than that of a mere adult. As children, our chosen books are like a Tardis, powering each of us to explore as we wish, explore as if we're all Time Lords.