London says, “I hate books that are so addicting you have
to keep reading them.” He references the
one I just put down. “Like that one.” This morning, I started reading Wonder by R.J. Palacio, out loud. London was not interested. I read it myself a couple weeks ago for book
club and thought the whole time how good it would be for my boys. But then I made the mistake of telling London
what it was about-- a boy with facial deformities. Not something he feels comfortable thinking
about. He wouldn't pick it up on his
own, so I’m reading aloud. London admitted there were some funny parts in
it, but that wasn't enough to keep him interested. Until I read a few more chapters at lunch. That’s
when he made the comment above. And
when I put it down, he said, “No keep reading.”
I knew it would be just a matter of time and I’d have them hooked. Now I just
have to keep myself composed as I read; something in that story just tugs at my
mama heartstrings.
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