Reader

Everly LOVES books. She has been pretending to read to a whole classroom of kids for as long as I can remember. But she gets frustrated when asked to read the actual words. She will get exasperated and say, "I can't READ!"

Those days are over.

She read every word out loud to me over the last two nights. Now she's got confidence and we decided she'll never say she's "not a reader" ever again!

Graphic Novels

My girls are avid readers. Its the only thing they want to do in the mornings. Lunches go unpacked, cereal gets soggy and I have to beg on my knees to get them to snap out of it and brush their hair, for crying out loud. 

And while were chatting, when did comic books get renamed 'Graphic Novels'? The new name lends it a certain gravitas, I suppose. But it also reminds me of graphic violence, which doesn't make me want to ask for them at the library. Not that it stops us from checking out 34 of Wimpy Kid or Dork Diaries of Dippy Flippy or whatever is the latest author channeling his inner middle schooler.  

Now, let's get our shoes on, shall we?

One on one

Everly Reads

It's happening. The "switch" has been flipped. She suddenly realizes that she can read the words that are written instead of making it up for herself.

And I am sad and happy all at once.

Enraptured

Everly has gone from reading to the wall....

To reading to an assortment of very attentive stuffed animals.

I love when she uses the words "totally freaking out" in her storytelling! LOL

Reading to no one

Everly loves to read. Well, she isn't reading the actual words...she doesn't need to. The ones she makes up are infinitely better. She has conflict and resolution! She has rhythm and rhyme. It ebbs. It flows. She's a master storyteller.

And she doesn't need a single soul to listen.

She's perfectly happy.

A good book

I love this.

Book Review: On Little Wings

My friend, Regina Sirois, has written a book. She is the blogger that you can find in my blogroll under the name "Tapper and Company". Get it? Tapper? As is tap tap tapping the typewriter keys?

Now you know.

Anyway....she likes to confess her innermost hangups and worries over at her blog. And so in her honor, I confess:

1. I know the author(ess).

2. I really like her. She's my friend and I want her to like me back.

3. I was sort of afraid when I decided to read her book, because I knew I would eventually need to tell her what I thought of it. What if I didn't like it that much? What if it was one of those books that make you roll your eyes and say to yourself, "oh, please...".

4. I had already made up my mind that I was going to lie to her if I didn't like it. Do you think the Heavenly Councils will reference this blog at the judgement?

5. I nervously asked others who had already started it, "What do you think?" "Is it good?"....and I was encouraged by their enthusiastic responses.

So I began.

And I read.

And I kept thinking to myself, "How did this come out of her head?" "How does a person make this stuff up?" "Wow...this is a really good book...."

And relief washed over me.

And then I forgot about the fact that it was my friend who thought all of this up.

And I just read and read and read.

And when I finished the book at 12:30 in the morning, I thought it was the greatest thing that I could text the author and say, "I finished it! It was awesome! When do we get the next book?"

Because, really, how often do you get to text the author?

Now.....

I want to say that my favorite thing about this book (besides Little), was that when I read the part where they finally get their much anticipated kiss (spoiler!)...and it was perfect. So perfect, I turned back a page or two and reread it, just to savor it again. I love a good long-awaited kiss. I love it so much, I'm perfectly willing to watch 6 hours of Pride and Prejudice just to get to that last few seconds with Elizibeth and Mr. Darcy.

Because it is totally worth it.

Loved the book!

Now, get tapping, Tapper.  You've got to keep your fans happy!