Books make things better. It should be our family motto. Books are the ever present special guest in our house. Indeed, many of them are beloved members of the family. I can't count the times when I've turned to a book for comfort, entertainment or knowledge. It gives me great joy to see my children relate to books in the same way.
Butterfly and I have been reading Rilla of Ingleside at night. Tiger curls up on the foot of the bed and peppers us with questions. "Why did the Kaiser want a war?" "Why did Jims paint the chair?" "What are the Junior Reds?" He and Butterfly giggle over Rilla inadvertently wearing two different shoes to visit Irene and sniff together when they find out what "Dog Monday Knows." The story weaves around them and worms its way into their hearts.
Last night we came home a little too late from a Superbowl party, and Tiger was completely worn out. Everything in the world was terrible, the siblings were in league against him and life was hardly worth living. After his bath, he curled up in my lap. "Will you read me a book?" he sobbed. Books make everything better.
I am certainly hoping that holds true. After days of fighting the inevitable, I have a sore throat and fever. Tamiflu might be the medical necessity, however I am going to supplement my recovery with a cup of tea, a couple of Motrin and a good book. I am certain that I'll be better in no time.
Oh, isn't it true! Books have been my friends, my escape, my joy, my distraction, my,,,,,my,,,,my,,,, I could go on and on. Books - oh my love!
Posted by: Heather | February 04, 2008 at 08:34 PM
I was just explaining to my DH why it's important for me to continue reading to my DD even though she's a fluent reader. She may be able to read the words but she lacks the background knowledge to understand it. I can provide that to her.
Posted by: Crimson Wife | February 05, 2008 at 05:59 PM