Not content with his wide selection of cardboard books, my son, since he mastered mobility, has taken a liking to the books belonging to his mommy and daddy. He seems to have favorites, which he, as often as opportunity is offered, will pull off the shelves and on to the floor, and often embrace with as much affection as he gives to his stuffed animals or to me.
Among his favorite titles to grab are Mark Helprin's masterful novel, A Soldier of the Great War, Fr. Laux's Church History published by Tan, Wheelock's Latin, a book on John Adams and the American Revolution, The Screwtape Letters, and Very Good Jeeves.
This morning he was eying Simone de Beauvoir's The Ethics of Ambiguity and J.L. Mackie's Ethics: Inventing Right and Wrong, a fascination of his which, I do not hesitate to say, worries me.
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