Last night I read Blueberries for Sal to my 3-year-old daughter at bedtime. She’s heard it many times before and was eager to hear it again. I picked it last night, though, for a specific reason: Its author, Robert McCloskey, died earlier this week at the age of 88. I learned the news in this wonderful tribute in the Wall Street Journal by Amy Finnerty. So much of the children’s literature published nowadays is trash–just about any book tied in to a TV series or movie or “written” by a celebrity is awful, even though these titles make up so much of what is sold. Anybody who reads to their kids should stock up on McCloskey titles. Tonight, we’re going to read another old standby: Make Way for Ducklings.