If you’ve been reading Feels like home a while, Dear Reader, you know that I hate the princess mentality. Being a princess goes so far beyond clothes and movies that it’s sickening.

I hate the idea that girls should be wait around for a prince to rescue them. I hate the idea that girls are supposed to be more focused on being pretty than on being smart or strong or spunky. I hate the idea that what a girl can achieve is determined by her family and her birth and not her own hard work during her life.

I could go on. And on and on. I’ll spare you. You can thank me later, Dear Reader.

Lots of other parents apparently agree with me, and there appears to be an anti-princess movement coming up among parents of daughters. Google “anti princess” and take a look at the results. There are even Anti-Princess Reading Lists popping up around the internet.

In a word, I’m elated.

It’s not that I have any thing against princesses. If my daughter had been born one, I’d have no problem with her wearing a tiara and assuming she’s entitled to whatever she wants.

She wasn’t. She was born into a working family, not a royal one, and she’s going to have to work, too.

If you’re considering buying her a book for Christmas in the next fifteen years, consider one from this list.