Caitlin has not had a particularly easy learning to read experience. Although she does love to have books read to her and will happily browse through non-novel type books of various types I’ve rarely seen her settle down with one and read for a significant length of time and she has read very few chapter books.
This afternoon Caitlin came out of class clutching a book and began enthusiastically telling me all about it. The book in question was The Magic Faraway Tree. I asked where she’d got it as it didn’t look like a library book, turns out it’s one of the many books I’ve bought over the years hoping to tempt her to try something that wasn’t either Disney or the god-awful Rainbow Magic series, she’d found it in her room and decided to give it a go.
Once we got home she and Tom disappeared downstairs and a disquieting silence fell. I would normally be driven to investigate such a suspicious circumstance but I’m still feeling a little worn out so I decided to risk leaving them undisturbed. They’ve just come upstairs and it turns out that the nefarious activity they were engaged in was reading the book together, they took turns reading aloud to one another (yes, Tom’s reading is as good as if not better than his 3 years older than him sister – he’ll quite happily spend hours on the lounge with a pile of books).
I gotta tell you, when I heard Caitlin being full of excitement for a book which I remember loving at about her age I felt like doing the dance of joy. Hallelujah! I’ll turn her into a reader yet!
Now I have to get them to do their homework. I can’t help but feel the reading was time much better spent.