When my grandson was four he had a favorite book. It was all about birds: bird wings, bird beaks, bird tails, with pictures of a whole lot of birds, big and small. My daughter, his mom, complained: "If I have to read that bird book one more time I may explode!" That grandson, who loved books about the real, finally discovered fiction and poetry in high school when a great English teacher led him to delve deep. The point: we often neglect nonfiction in our schools, assuming that children prefer made up stories. In this Information Age those who are fascinated by the real world may be telling us something. Many of them happen to be boys.