In days of old, grandmothers in children's literature were rolypoly women who wore their gray hair in buns and baked cookies. Grandfathers built birdhouses and maybe smoked a pipe.
In yesterday's post I told you about grandparents who run a haven for fantasy creatures. Grandma and Grandpa are tough cookies because those fantasy creatures are not warm and fuzzy types by a longshot.
A set of grandparents in Gregor the Overlander and its sequels help administer a city while waiting for their granddaughter to become queen. And the grandmother is the military mind behind the place.
But the most unusual grandparents I've seen lately are the evil grandfathers in The Fetch and Magic Lessons. These guys go after their own descendants.
I rather like this, myself, but I do have to wonder if this shift in the treatment of grandparents has some deeper meaning. Probably not.