Anonymous wrote:When I finished The Lovely Bones, I said to my husband "I do not want any person I care about deeply to read that book -- it's just too sad." It haunted me for DAYS (there's a particular scene involving a dog that has me sobbing even as I'm typing).
Case Histories was the first book I read after my daughter's birth, and as I've posted in a thread a couple of months ago, I sobbed during that one in part because I recognized that I now read about children from a different perspective, one that I literally felt in my body (I say this as one who was childless bv choice for years and years, struggled with infertility, wrote a dissertation on fertility/cultural constructs of infertility -- in other words, I try to be really careful that I don't use a framework of 'being a parent changes everything', but at least in my case, there has been a visceral impact on how I approached some reading.)
I have vowed never again to read Old Yeller, ever, just as I have my daughter checking that website that warns you about any dog's death on any movie/TV show for me A LOT. Frankly, I've handled losing several family pets better than I can handle reading about it -- not sure why.
I've found this to be true of movies, as well, after I became a parent. I can't watch horror movies anymore, particularly if children are involved. Most of my friends say the same.
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