Ursula Nordstrom Would Never: No. 7

Reflections on what works (and doesn't) in kidlit

I don’t know if the books are getting worse or my patience is just gone, but my rage over kidlit storytelling gone preachy reached a new crescendo this month.

Maybe it was Adam Rubin’s NYT piece, “Wanted: The Good Old Days When Kid-Lit Criminals Were Bad,” that put me over the edge. His review of The Robbery by Joaquin Camp particularly hit home. He desc…