The Burning Moon (1992)
“I'm a big supporter of the bedtime story. From a very early age, my parents read to me after tucking me in, and if my homunculus ever works out, I will do the same for it. I feel like the tradition did a lot in my case. The details, plots, and morals of some of those books stick with me to this day, in some cases, with more impact than things I have read in recent months. I could say this was instrumental in my love of fiction and continued search for knowledge, but it's just a hunch. At the very least, it can't hurt to get a head start on a kid's brain arsenal. The grumpy old man in me assumes it's even more critical today with the barrage of soundbites and one-liner social media formats. Consider the difference between giving a kid a narrated, personalized epic like Treasure Island and letting them watch four hours of Finger Family songs on YouTube. No offense to any breeders out there, as I have no experience in the area and therefore no real room to talk. My parents however, helped me with Fahrenheit 451 early on, and I’ve had time to ruminate on the whole of its message. On that same note, the material you choose to read could be a crucial aspect. My DNA donors covered a lot of classics, and even pushed a few boundaries, at least for the era. I think that's more than commendable as even without spawn of my own, I can now understand how delicate a line that was. Playing it too safe could deprive the seed of critical thinking practice, or worse, lead to buying abridged works. With the opposite, you could scar a kid for life with something they weren't ready for. There is a good chance that this is what happened to the little girl in The Burning Moon (1992)...”
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