I was also happy to read practically anything, including non-fiction and adult books I didn't understand at all.
I think it's a bit harsh to judge parents for not supervising their kids' reading material. For a start, it's never been the norm to do that. Judge them for not supervising media viewing and internet usage, yes, but you can't look up content warnings for most books and what parent has time to read them cover to cover?
Hell, the book with the most swearing, drugs and sex I can ever remember reading when I was maybe 13 was a Christmas present from elderly family friends, lol. It was meant for an older teen, and they'd clearly either just grabbed whatever from the YA shelf or had the bookstore worker pick it out. It was boring tit in a genre I was uninterested in, and probably meant for a boy as well (some angsty coming of age dreck that hit every stereotypical teen problem imaginable - dysfunctional parents, addiction, bullying, desperation to lose virginity blah blah blah) but I still read all of it because kids are curious about stuff they don't understand and like feeling grown-up.
I don't think it did me any harm either, and I think precocious readers choosing to read stuff above their demographic is quite a bit different to material that misrepresents transitioning as 'yay, wave a magic wand and live your true self!' being aimed at kids too young to understand it's not realistic.
My mum had a bunch of books about Halloween, which I'm pretty sure she'd never read and mostly liked just for the ~aesthetic of pumpkins and autumn leaves, plus some recipes, but I read them all. They were full of spooky stories and stuff like the history of witch trials, how Vlad the Impaler and Elizabeth Bathory inspired vampire myths etc. She confiscated them when something or other scared me into having a nightmare and I was so mad!
And it was so disappointing to get older and realise most of the mysterious, exciting accounts of paranormal events were likely just people making tit up. I wanted to believe in the Bermuda Triangle, dammit, but it's 100% just men getting lost and refusing to admit they ducked up so it must be some strange otherworldly forces' fault.
I think it's a bit harsh to judge parents for not supervising their kids' reading material. For a start, it's never been the norm to do that. Judge them for not supervising media viewing and internet usage, yes, but you can't look up content warnings for most books and what parent has time to read them cover to cover?
Hell, the book with the most swearing, drugs and sex I can ever remember reading when I was maybe 13 was a Christmas present from elderly family friends, lol. It was meant for an older teen, and they'd clearly either just grabbed whatever from the YA shelf or had the bookstore worker pick it out. It was boring tit in a genre I was uninterested in, and probably meant for a boy as well (some angsty coming of age dreck that hit every stereotypical teen problem imaginable - dysfunctional parents, addiction, bullying, desperation to lose virginity blah blah blah) but I still read all of it because kids are curious about stuff they don't understand and like feeling grown-up.
I don't think it did me any harm either, and I think precocious readers choosing to read stuff above their demographic is quite a bit different to material that misrepresents transitioning as 'yay, wave a magic wand and live your true self!' being aimed at kids too young to understand it's not realistic.
lol, I loved that kind of book and was seeking them out on my own by 8 or 9. I had all of Terry Deary's Horrible Histories and True Horror/Ghost/UFO/Crime etc Stories.I suppose it depends how closely parents supervise their children's reading. Meaning those of junior school age.
My parents certainly didn't in the 1980s and at age 8 I read a book given to them by friends all about spontaneous human combustion and the Lindbergh baby.
Young children I can only presume the parents have swallowed all the be kind bull.
Sadly and I'll sound like a snob but education standards and what is taught does appear to have decreased over the years.
My mum had a bunch of books about Halloween, which I'm pretty sure she'd never read and mostly liked just for the ~aesthetic of pumpkins and autumn leaves, plus some recipes, but I read them all. They were full of spooky stories and stuff like the history of witch trials, how Vlad the Impaler and Elizabeth Bathory inspired vampire myths etc. She confiscated them when something or other scared me into having a nightmare and I was so mad!
And it was so disappointing to get older and realise most of the mysterious, exciting accounts of paranormal events were likely just people making tit up. I wanted to believe in the Bermuda Triangle, dammit, but it's 100% just men getting lost and refusing to admit they ducked up so it must be some strange otherworldly forces' fault.