Let me be clear: I bristle at stereotypes of girls. I dislike all things Princess (with the exception that I accept my nieces to whom they mean the world). I dislike words like "diva" being projected on normal and spirited young girls. And I am wary of anything that stereotypes girls into a type. I believe strongly that children should be allowed to be whomever they please, and they should be allowed to change that person regularly and with flourish.
So, I have a guilty pleasure. My daughter has a guilty pleasure (although since she does not yet feel any guilt, it's just pure pleasure). The Olivia series by Ian Falconer. Olivia borders on a stereotype. Her behavior is over the top. She lies. She is not nice to anyone. She is selfish and boorish (pun intended).
But, they are so clever. They are so fun to read. They have little jokes and surprises that reveal themselves slowly after many reads. I kind of like them. Okay, I'll admit it, I kind of love them.
Well, two of them: Olivia and the Missing Toy and Olivia Saves the Circus. I do not particularly care for the original Olivia and I really disliked the Olivia Goes to Venice book.
But the other two are quite magical. My daughter loves the drama of them. She reenacts several parts of them daily. And it's hard to be mad at a book that creates so much joy in both parent and child.
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