A reading child, as I see it, does not see the world from inside the head of anyone, does not care who is hurt, or who succeeds or fails, because that child, and the adult they will become, knows perfectly well how the story will turn out. The good will be justified and prosper. The evil will come to a bad end, often a gruesome bad end: crushed by a millstone falling from the sky, trundled into the sea in a barrel pierced with nails. There is an (unreal) order of things, which always holds steady. Within that order, the terrible and the extravagant can be admitted.