During an excellent lesson today I heard about a young sister who decided she didn't want to read a book the professor had assigned in her college English class. The commenter was proud of her daughter for standing up for her moral values. And I respect this sister, and her daughter, especially because so frequently in Utah (outside of the Lord's University) the professors seem to take it upon themselves to expose the poor sheltered naive Mormons to the "real world" by making them read books that would make a Clinton blush. (Ask Alex about the U of U's Art Department sometime. You'll get an earful.)
Still, I was wondering what the book was, and if I would blush to read it. I have read a few books that I consider to be hair-curlers, and actually enjoyed a couple of them. (Judge me. It's okay, I judge inadvertently and advertently all the time.) What I am wondering is, where is the line? At what age will I want my daughter to be allowed to read the Twilight series? A friend of mine is making her nine-year-old buy her own copy of New Moon so that the mom can black out certain passages with a marker. Ugh. This is such a difficult topic. I'd like to think that regardless of literature my children are exposed to, they will make the right and intelligent decision. But parents have to draw lines so their children know they are loved and don't grow up into professional soda can collectors. So where do you draw the line? Please broaden my horizons.
(And please comment politely even if you feel strongly, as I am very sensitive in spite of having listened to Of Mice and Men on TAPE where the swearing was OUT LOUD instead of written.)