Children’s Mystery Stories

I LOVED Encyclopedia Brown as a kid. He, Sammy Keyes, and Poirot were my detectives growing up–I read a couple of Nancy Drew stories, but mostly played the computer games (some of which were actually scary/creepy to me, haunted mansions and museums! Yikes!). A book I’d love to reread is From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.

It makes me want to write a children’s mystery story. I did once, as a child. I don’t remember the contents, but I do remember it was called “The Case of the Jewel Thief,” written with my middle school friends and based on a mixture of Sammy Keyes and the latest Olsen Twins novel series where they were detectives. But those amateur detectives didn’t look like me. I related to Sammy Keyes because she lived with her grandmother and, while I was too shy to actually want adventures in real life, I loved living vicariously through a girl who lived like me.

But you don’t really see black kids starring in mystery novels. If you know of any, please name them, I’d love to check them out. But maybe in my own writing I should develop a young black detective character who solves mysteries in his/her neighborhood. I think it might be tougher though, Sammy Keyes was set in the modern era of the 90s, but in a sort of small city where it was more believable for a teen to get around like she does and get into things, even with Officer Borsch getting in her way. I know city life. And New York City isn’t the easiest place to set a teen detective, but I’m sure it could be done. A small outer borough suburb, a missing item… oh the possibilities!

Kids love mysteries because they’re relatable adventures. They’re something they could see themselves doing–it’s not out of the realm of their possibility. Unlike, say, a young Indiana Jones type story or something similar, where the kid would need special knowledge or money or skills. Even the first few Harry Potter novels had a kid mystery element in addition to the magic. Almost anyone can be a young detective–I owned a book that taught me how, with information on finger printing kits and revealing invisible ink. They also teach kids to be more observant of their environment and the be careful who they speak to. Anything could be a clue. I remember looking around rooms I’d walk into with new eyes after reading a mystery novel and seeing different objects catch my eye in a new way.  And everyone was a suspect–what mysteries lied behind the eyes of the mailman or the bus driver or the traffic lady? Mystery novels are a great way to secretly get kids to interact with the world in a different way without them even knowing it. And they’re just plain fun!

What were your favorite mystery novels as a kid growing up? Suggest some in the comments!

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“A False Conception of Growth” – CS Lewis

Critics who treat ‘adult’ as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.

[…] They accuse us of arrested development because we have not lost a taste we had in childhood. But surely arrested development consists not in refusing to lose old things but in failing to add new things? […] I call this growth or development because I have been enriched: where I formerly had only one pleasure, I now have two. […] I think my growth is just as apparent when I now read the fairy tales as when I read the novelists, for I now enjoy the fairy tales better than I did in childhood: being now able to put more in, of course I get more out. But I do not here stress that point. Even if it were merely a taste for grown-up literature added to an unchanged taste for children’s literature, addition would still be entitled to the name ‘growth’, and the process of merely dropping one parcel when you pick up another would not.

― C.S. Lewis

A lot of the above are some of the themes of this blog. We focus so very much on the very adult and important things in life that we forget that our inner child is important too. We need to frolic and have fun and enjoy life and one way to do that is to read. Children’s literature gives us a child’s perspective on life, which gives us a renewed sense of joy and wonder in the world. So let’s read more children’s books and feed our inner child.

via Goodreads | Quote by C. S. Lewis: Critics who treat ‘adult’ as a term of approval….


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