G/Son and I are about to finish up The Secret Garden, a chapter of which we read whenever he spends the night. There are still a few things I need to read to him before he’s too old to have his old Nonna read him to sleep at night — a day that is dawning far sooner than I’d prefer. Next on my triage list is T.H. White’s The Once and Future King. It suffers, as does almost all literature, from the original sin of Patriarchy: the notion that one man will save us all. But it’s true enough that I need to read it to G/Son, living, as he is, in the end of the beginning of the death throes of Patriarchy.
What is the one thing you’d read to the next generation if you had them tucked safely into the soft sheets of your guest room bed for a week??