Our book club recently read "Night of the Howling Dogs." This is a children's book (we generally read one children's book a year) and based on a true story. After I read it, I thought Jared would like it so I suggested it to him. I told him a little about the plot so he would be a little more motivated to read it.
On Friday he was about 3/4 through with the book when I told him it was time to go to bed. He was pretty upset and things were just getting exciting in the book. He asked me if he could read it in his bed. I almost said no. Then I remembered how much I loved to read in bed while I was younger (and still do). It was the weekend and really it didn't matter if he stayed up late reading. I told him that he could.
He was so excited. I thought he would read for about 30 minutes and fall asleep, what with all of the comfort of reading in bed and relaxing. But he didn't. He read for a couple more hours and finished the book. He was so excited about it and he has been telling me about the book all weekend.
Can I just say that I LOVE that he loves to read? I have always loved reading. I remember learning to read and the way that opened my world and imagination. I remember reading the "Dick and Jane" books in first grade and getting a prize from Mrs. Lankford's treasure chest for reading the correct number of minutes. I remember reading with a flashlight under my blankets so that no one would know I was still awake. Reading has always been a passion of mine and I am thrilled to pass it on to someone I love.