Some moms are very good. Other moms? Less so. To give you an example of this, I had a friend growing up whose mom wouldn’t let her watch SpongeBob. I understand now that this is not even close to the worst thing in the world, but when I was seven years old, it felt like the kind of human rights violation the UN would want to hear about. (She didn’t even know the theme song! Never before had a painting of a weathered pirate screamed “Are you ready, kids?” at her before launching into a boisterous sea shanty! What kind of life is that?)
Anyway, it’s the same with literature. Literature is just chock full of moms both good and bad. Here are some of them, ranked from best to worst.
