I had also read Laura Ingalls Wilder’s stories to Seeger, and really wanted to prompt conversation about and counteract the racist perspective we had encountered in that famous - and infamous - narrative of westward expansion. White, and Lewis Carroll, because those were books I loved as a child. We had been reading mostly older books by white, male authors like A. My selection of her book that day was also part of a concerted effort to diversify the novels I was choosing to read to Seeger each night. I was familiar with some of her adult novels from my college years and remembered appreciating Erdrich’s writing and perspective, so I wondered what stories she offered to children.
I first spotted this book on the shelves in the children’s section a few years before, and I was thrilled to see Erdrich’s name on the spine of a “chapter book” for middle-grade readers. When my son Seeger was 8 years old, I brought home Louise Erdrich’s The Birchbark House from the library to read to him.
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