So I keep meaning to talk about this.
When I was younger, my parent was obsessed with making me read “real” books. I was a voracious reader, burning through whatever I could find by R.L. Stine and K.A. Applegate – but she was firm in her belief that these books didn’t count as proper reading.
To my mom’s credit, this was all an attempt to get me reading outside of my comfort zone. She was particularly interested in getting me reading bits about history… including this children’s book about The Donner Party.
Honestly, I thought I had made this book up, but roughly a year or two ago, I came across it within a batch of my old books. It’s… what you expect. A fairly sanitized account of events that heavily imply cannibalism… if you know the story.
Anyhow. My mom was big into true crime books around this time, so maybe she was sharing her interests with me? Who’s to say.