I don't think I'd rec The Exorcist, book or movie, to anyone of any age. I got to page 50 or thereabouts, said something unprintable, and put it in the recycling bin, basically. Loathed it.

I'm trying to remember if there was anything in the house that sent me off to adults with questions, other than the Japanese gents with the enormous organs. I don't think so, because I was and am very close to my nearest-in-age sister Alice, who happens to be 9 years my senior, and therefore was askable without qualifying as a proper adult.

Must ask my sister later if I ever boggled at something I read....

(edited because way too much explanation.)

The school board refused, because they said that Lysistrata was inappropriate for us.

That cracks me up, because my high school put on Lysistrata as their fall play, the year before I got there. The boys stuffed their pants.

My class read Lysistrata senior year and our assignment was to write an essay about why a school board might object to it being assigned reading.

Neither of my parents read anything but the bible, the newspaper, and the Sunday School quarterly. Reading was not a pastime for them. They were pleased that I liked to read, although my mom would yell at me for reading library books when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I must have been 10, maybe a little younger when I realised I needed to edit a bit when asked about the book I was reading. I knew their beliefs, and their slant on things. So when I was reading Michener's Hawaii at 11 and my mom asked what it was about, I said it was about how the American missionaries and the Chinese and the Japanese had settled the Hawaiian islands. That satisfied her. I never hesitated to answer a query, and was always factual, if I didn't offer full disclosure. It was simpler that way. And I was never forbidden to read anything.

The only thing I remembered being taken away from me by my mother was the first Sweet Valley High book. I think I was around 10 or 11 when I was reading it, and there's a scene where Jessica sneaks out with an older guy and he takes her to a bar. While they are there, he puts his hand on her knee and says to her something about not showing the goods in the window if she doesn't intend to sell them or something like that (I don't know why I remember this so well - probably because it was 7 years before I was able to finish the damned book).

My grandmother always read to me and was a lit major when she went to U of M so she mostly just got mad at the "trash" I was reading when there were so many good and wonderful books out there. She's STILL trying to get me to read Rebecca.

She's STILL trying to get me to read Rebecca.

"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again." Listen to your grandmother. I think there are people who'd put Rebecca in the "trash" category, though.

I can't remember my mother ever taking a book away from me. She worried about tv and music, but books seemed to be all ok with her.

The only thing my mom objected to was when I came home from the local Goodwill with a small stack of Harlequin romances. I read them anyway, and hid them. I'm sure she'd have had a fit if she'd known what was in those VC Andrews books.

ew. I don't remember mom ever objecting toi sharing reading material with me...nope, I lie, there was that one Isadora Wing book where she eats guacamole off some guy...I was 13 and was not allowed to finish that one.Otherwise we read the same stuff a lot...I should write a memoir called "I was a teenage procedural junkie"

I was responding specifically to the "I have the right to determine the age at which I discuss this with my children" comment. My point is that standing on your rights is very often futile, because whether you hunt for the information (as in, checking out a library book) or whether it's there in the real world (a kid goes to school, he/she is going to converse with other children at the very least and there will be information or misinformation spread between them), your rights, as you may perceive them, go down the tubes in the face of reality intruding on the parent-child relationship.

Deb, my point is that as a parent you have the right to try and control what your kid is exposed to, especially at a young age like 6 years old. Obviously you can't lock them in a box and they are going to hear stuff from other kids and see stuff in their daily lives. But you can expect other adults - especially teachers and schools - to try and respect those parental rights.

When I was around 5 or 6 my mom got me a book written for kids to educate us on our bodies that included information about digestion, fighting illnesses, and sexual reproduction. Since it said the words penis and vagina in it I took it to school and showed my classmates. Then I went and lent it to my best friend who brought it home. Inevitably, my mom got a phone call from his mom who was a little disturbed (and amused) by the porn books I was passing around. However, if my friend had gotten the book out of the school library, or from a teacher, my friend's mom would have been much more upset. Hell, if I had gotten the same book from school before my mom gave it to me, she would have been spitting fire.

Schools and teachers need to try and respect those sensibilities. WRT, the children's book described in the article, I don't necessarily think the school was wrong for having such a book. But parents should be aware that books that deal with homosexual relationships are on the shelves of the school library and preempt the subject by having "that conversation" with their children, or accept the consequences. Or they can pull their child out of that school.