Reading Classic Children's Literature as an Adult
A summer bucket list idea for literature lovers.
I didn’t read the Anne of Green Gables series when I was a little girl. I think the first time I was aware of her was in my teens, when I watched the PBS mini-series based on the books. (Which firmly placed Colleen Dewhurst as the best Marilla of all time in my mind.)
It wasn’t until my daughter was a toddler that I read the books. It was the early 2000s and I decided that, although I had been a voracious reader as a child, I had missed many of the classics and I wanted to make sure my daughter didn’t miss them too. So I embarked on a summer of reading children’s books.
I gathered a list of books and probably read over fifty books that summer. By the time the fall wildfires of Southern California arrived, I was deeply in love with children’s literature. It is a love affair that continues today.
I am, especially, a fan of the English stories that were written in the early 20th century. They are typically about children having adventures the countryside. I think I was drawn to it that summer because I was struggling with modern parenting. No one let their children out of the house unless accompanied by adults. While I understood the worries about safety, it felt overdone. Surely, my daughter could be outside, playing with her friends in the upscale neighborhood we lived in at the time? But the other mothers were horrified by the idea. It took many years of slowly letting them be on their own, before the children got to play outside without one of us being right on top of them.
I wanted my daughter to have adventures and figure out problems on her own. I read E. Nesbit’s The Railway Children and Swallows and Amazons by Arthur Ransome, and wished we still lived in a world where children could run free.
As the hot summer wore on, I moved towards the books that Disney had based its movies on and discovered just how much Walt had changed the stories, making them palpable for modern children and (more likely) their parents.
I discovered that Mary Poppins was not like Julie Andrews but instead a vain nanny who occasionally liked a drink and had a penchant for teaching her wards lessons by scaring the living daylights out of them. In one scene in the book, Mary Poppins takes the children to a bakery, where the proprietress breaks off her fingers, which are made of cookies, and gives them to the children. I’m quite sure that was not in the Disney movie.
Then there’s Peter Pan, a book so scary at times that I had nightmares while reading the original text by J.M. Barrie. A story where Tinkerbell has some pretty complicated (dare I say, slightly sexual?) feelings towards Peter, regularly calls him an ass, and even tries to have Wendy killed because she’s jealous of Peter’s love for the girl. And let’s just say that I used to think the accusation of a man having “Peter Pan syndrome” meant they never wanted to grow-up but, after reading the book, I see it’s also about the insidiousness of them treating their lovers like their mother.
Not all the books I read that summer were as psychologically traumatic. There were many that just made me feel delighted. The Secret Garden, Thimble Summer, and Anne of Green Gables were a joy to read and made my heart lighter. Those books, with the descriptions of delicious picnics, games of make-believe in the woods, and the pure freedom of childhood were just what I was looking for when I embarked on that magical summer of reading.
As I read the books, I compiled lists of what I would share with my daughter as she grew and we spent many happy hours of her childhood, combing through library shelves and used bookstores, in search of my favorites. (Though I have to say Peter Pan didn’t make the cut at the time. Maybe, now that she’s in college and dating, she should read it so she can be on the lookout for those Peter Pan men in the world?)
It was an unforgettable summer of reading and, if you haven’t read some of the classics I’ve mentioned, please do go in search of them. I think you will be pleasantly surprised by how engaging and enjoyable they can be.
What are your favorite children’s literature books? Have you read them as an adult? Were you surprised that they were different than you remembered?
Take Your Reading to the Next Level: Children’s Classic Literature
It isn’t surprising that Mary Poppins has such dark overtones. The author, P.L. Travers, childhood was tragic. If you are interested in learning more about her and her challenges with Walt Disney as he changed her story for his movie, watch Saving Mr. Banks.
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My mother read the original Anne of Green Gables to my brother and me. Later I read the whole series and I still listen to the Librivox version of Anne of the Island or Anne's House of Dreams on YouTube when I'm looking for something to take me away to another time and place.
I didn't watch the PBS series. I guess even then I knew that books were usually better than the movie, but I might be willing to give it a try and see what they've done to the continuing story.
I haven't read Peter Pan or Mary Poppins, but I guess I'm not surprised to find they aren't the sweet versions we've been given in the movies. Saving Mr. Banks is a very good movie, too.
I have a bookcase full of books I loved as a child. The Narnia books, the Little House on the Prairie books, Gene Stratton-Porter (Laddie, and A Girl of the Limberlost), Joan Aiken (The Wolves of Willoughby Chase and all its sequels), Louisa May Alcott (the Little Women series and An Old-Fashioned Girl), The What Katy Did books, Heidi, Madeleine L'Engle (A Wrinkle in Time), Ursula Le Guin (The Wizard of Earthsea), Noel Streatfeild (Ballet Shoes and White Boots were favourites), Catherine Storr (Marianne Dreams), Swallows and Amazons series, Frances Hodgson Burnett (A Little Princess, Secret Garden), The Borrowers, E. Nesbit (The Railway Children), Pollyanna, Henry Treece (Viking Saga), Roger Lancelyn Green (Tales of the Greek Heroes and more), the Moomin books, Barbara Sleigh (Carbonel books and Jessamy), Penelope Farmer (Charlotte Sometimes), Grace Lodge (The Marsh Princess), the Mary Poppins books, Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm...plus so many more! In recent years I've loved Philip Pullman and Patrick Ness - guess I'm still a kid at heart!
Films of books are very problematical for me. Most of the time I just avoid them because I can't bear to have them "improved on" by the film-makers. The Mary Poppins film is an absolute abomination to me, I'm afraid! The only exceptions are The Railway Children (which was so faithful to the book) and the Megan Follows version of Anne of Green Gables you mentioned above, which was also absolutely beautifully done. The scene where Matthew died had my entire family sobbing - including my Dad!