I hate that they sell toys at book fairs.
It drives me nuts. It makes me the bad guy because I won’t let my daughter get a book with a toy attached. (I’m so mean.) When I was kid, I loved the book fair because it meant I got to buy, *insert sarcastic gasp*, a book. The next adventure of Trixie Beldon or Island of the Blue Dolphins. Not some piece of crap silly cat book with a necklace of a cat attached. This was just after spending 6 dollars at a Jamba Juice fundraiser for two drinks. (Yes, I am crabby and cheap. I think this is well established.) After I made the “you need to pick a book that is your reading level or we’re going home” ultimatum, she still tried, asking if she could have something “cool”, too. *sigh* She picked up a wiggly pen thing to show me what “cool” was. I told her if she could tell me what it was, then she could have it. Quite a gamble, I know.
I won. 🙂
And now the girl is sitting on the couch completely absorbed into the world of Flat Stanley.
A *insert gasp again* chapter book. With very few pictures.
Grins.
1 responses to “Book Fair Rant”
Helen
May 1st, 2010 at 18:16
I’m SO with you!
I refuse to buy books for the “free gifts” that come with them for my girls. They’ve always had to use their own money for that.
They still try to get cool stuff, but they also read voraciously, and more at their real level than not.