What I'm reading to my kids, the preamble.

Every night, I sit on the bed next to my daughter before she goes to bed and we have a storytime by flashlight. The flashlight was something I used to read by in bed when I was small, not because I was reading something I didn't want my parents seeing, but because I always had trouble going to sleep. So now, I use the same tactic with my own daughter who also has trouble getting to bed. I've always read to her, but a year ago she had a little trouble getting to sleep under the blare of the overhead light. Now we turn the lights off, turn on the flashlight, set a nice, quiet relaxing mood, and I read to my daughter while writhes on the bed and makes demands for milk or something to eat every two minutes.

This is going to be a periodic review of books that she has in her collection, and since we are frequent library visitors there is always a rotating slate of books to talk about. Kids books are....I don't want to make any general decrees about them, rather, I'll let each book speak for itself. Or...I'll give you a bleary-eyed opinion of the whimsy and overt crassness of each book. I don't know I want to do this, but I spend so much of my life reading them they have become a preoccupation.