Not long ago my 9-year old granddaughter, who is a voracious reader, begged her mother to let her read her grandma’s series, Haunting Danielle.
My daughter and I thought about the books, wondering if there was anything in it that might be inappropriate for a child. It is a murder mystery, but kids read mysteries, and some pretty spooky things happen in Harry Potter, and she reads some of those.
I didn’t think there was anything in the books that you wouldn’t see on network TV during family hour. The extent of the cursing is crap, hell, and damn—which is minimal. There are no sex scenes.
So we gave it a go. Turned out Addison enjoyed the books, and sailed through the first four. But there would be questions asked of her mother along the way—such as, what is a noose?
But then my granddaughter slammed into something Lily said off the cuff—more a joke than anything. It was in book three, The Ghost Who Wasn’t, when Lily is discussing her parents going through her belongings. Lily said, “…Do you realize they went through—All. My. Stuff. I’m just grateful I didn’t have any sex toys!”
I guess you can figure out what question my granddaughter asked my daughter.
Now Grandma is in trouble, and my granddaughter will need to wait a few years before she finishes my books.