You’d think my heart would ring with pride–that’s what my teachers said about me–but you’d be wrong, because I know the truth: Sam is an avid reader of Harry Potter. And nothing else.
He’s reading them through for the third time this summer.
I cheer that, I really do. But eventually, you have to read something else. Right? Right?
We’ve lined up all the likely candidates from this generation” Warriors. Magyk. Percy Jackson. Nope, nope and nope. Put forth our own old favorites. The Hobbit? Not yet. Narnia? Some, but not all. Five Children and It? Too dense. (I think giving him our old copies of stuff is a mistake–the new ones have bigger print and might look more welcoming.)
And then came the summer reading assignment. Caddie Woodlawn–a book I loved so much our old dog was named from it. A book of greek myths. Short, no problem. Plus: a book you haven’t read before. Any book.
Last night I stacked up ten choices. All those above, plus a Swallows and Amazons! A Great Brain! Half Magic! Sam, I said, you’re so lucky you haven’t read any of these yet!
And then Lily added one more to the pile. The Witches, by Roald Dahl, beloved author of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which we read aloud (and have seen both movies). Gift of a favorite babysitter. Sam took it reluctantly to the couch.
And….bingo! “This book pulls me in like Harry Potter pulls me in, mom!”
Please, please let more books do the same!