A reader writes:
“Dad, can I read this book about Louis Armstrong?”
(Dad thinks for a second, thinks it will inspire eleven-year-old to practice his trumpet more, thinks it’s not a bad choice for a first grownup book, tries to remember what his first truly grownup book was, suspects it was Airport.)
(A half-hour later) “Dad, what’s a pimp?”
I guess we need to slap a warning sticker on the paperback!