NPR Choice pageChildren's literature or juvenile literature includes stories, books, magazines, and poems that are enjoyed by children. Modern children's literature is classified in two different ways: genre or the intended age of the reader. Children's literature can be traced to stories and songs, part of a wider oral tradition , that adults shared with children before publishing existed. The development of early children's literature, before printing was invented, is difficult to trace. Even after printing became widespread, many classic "children's" tales were originally created for adults and later adapted for a younger audience. Since the fifteenth century much literature has been aimed specifically at children, often with a moral or religious message.
CFP – Child and the Book Conference: Beyond the Canon (of Children’s Literature)
Its format will be a roundtable. More details can be found here. Read more. We invite proposals for papers to be presented in English or Croatian. The presented papers will be 15 minutes maximum, followed by 5 min discussion time.
But does that make them good? How about a graphic novel based on a line of toys? The only way to sell that many copies is if millions of kids actually and truly want to read the books. Maybe, but kids have weird ideas of quality. Adult responses to the question of good children's books tend to fall into two general camps: a content-oriented approach and a results-oriented approach.
I was given this novel as a gift, and read it one hot summer, in an airless and very purple upstairs room in a shared house in downtown Toronto. It opens with a father who wakes on a wintry south London Saturday and takes his three-year-old daughter to the supermarket across the road. She is with him one moment and not the next — all he has done is turn to pick something up, then turn back to keep speaking to his daughter. But she is gone. I was in my early 20s, still a student, well over a decade away from having a child of my own, but that scene — the panic, the floor dropping out of a world, the sheer randomness — got its claws in and never left. I could no longer look at children in public spaces without some corner of my brain searching out the responsible adult and measuring the distance between them, the invisible link that could be snapped at any moment.