In 3rd or 4th grade I tried to check out Anne Rice’s The Servant of the Bones and was denied because “Anne Rice is too mature for someone as young as you”. I told the librarian that my parents recommended the book after I read Interview with the Vampire, which I found on my parents’ bookshelf after reading Dracula. I was then told that I could bring in a signed permission slip and when I came back with my mom she chewed out the librarian for gatekeeping a book because it has sex in it.
I definitely didn’t understand a lot of the sexy parts the way an adult would, but I enjoyed the story and the mythology it built on. My mom was pretty good, folks.