It all started with Anne of Green Gables.
I was looking for a book I could read to both kids. It had been a while since I had read it myself, though, and this was apparent when I was faced with some 10-cent vocabulary words in just about every paragraph of the first chapter. To their credit, the kids were troopers and paid attention and interrupted me every five seconds. But Anne of Green Gables shouldn’t be a slog, you know?
So when I came across Betsy-Tacy and Betsy-Tacy and Tib in a used bookstore on Friday, I snapped them up. They were a happy medium: engaging to everyone, and even new to me.
We read two chapters on Friday night. Today Miss M begged to re-read them. “I’ll stop where we stopped before!” Hardly. I have fallen for that before. (And how often I have stayed up way too late reading something new? )
So I said no. There was a throwdown, complete with sobbing.
“You have a pretty tough life,” I said, dryly.
“I do,” she agreed. “I have a hard life.”
“Sounds like you could use a visit from a fairy godmother or something.”
“But, Ema…fairies aren’t real! They’re fake! Except the tooth fairy.”