I still have my favorite novels from my childhood. They are: All-of-A-Kind Family, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, Nantucket Summer, The Ghosts and Little Women. I have force-fed all of these old favorites to my kids. I've read them all aloud, partly because I love to read aloud and partly because that's the only way I can be sure they're sharing in my love for these books. (They MUST share my love for these books.)
I have also loved making up for lost time by reading books to my kids that I missed growing up. The Secret Garden, Misty of Chincoteague, Black Beauty and The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe were all a pleasure to discover along with the girls.
Now, we're having a turn about. Miss N. recently insisted I read When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead. I told her I would and then set it aside for a few months. Yesterday, I finally picked it up and read the whole book. It has a great protagonist, Miranda, who is already obsessed with A Wrinkle in Time when she begins receiving mysterious notes from the future. It's a sweet story. I cried - I always cry. Maybe N. will keep this book in her library, even as an adult.
I still love reading kid lit and I'm pleased my kids want to push books on me now. I won't get into who convinced whom to read Twilight. That's another topic all together.
*I would have linked to When You Reach Me, but I haven't figured out how to copy and paste on the mac book yet. I've been so busy with Peeps and whatnot.
I’ve got a bad case of loving you.
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