The Pixie is 9 months old - I can't believe he has been out of utero as long as he was in utero.
One of the things that has been warming my cockles is his love of books. He loves any thing he can get his hands on, the black and white print of the labels on his clothing to the spines of my own books packed too tight in the shelves. Though Hello, Bugs is his current favourite, shiny splashes of colour illicit joyous whacking of the pages, gurgles and the occasional sample with his teeth - making this one of my favourite books of the moment too. The other day I popped out of the room and when I came back he had swiped it somehow from the sofa and was babbling with a funny expression on his face, an imitation of reading. I look forward to sharing with him my childhood favourites, The Secret Garden, Blinky Bill and The Wishing Chair.
I too have been cramming my reading in - while getting some good writing done in patches. I read David Mitchell's The Thousand Autumns of Jacob De Zoet and was a little disappointed leaving the main character behind a third of the way into the book. Am currently reading A Secret Alchemy by Emma Darwin - which I am liking very much, not enough to actually bite the pages and bash the cover, but almost.
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A little person with a book, even bashing at its pages and chewing at the print, is a wondrous sight.
My two and half years old grandson 'reads' books from cover to cover. 'Thomas the Tank', I fear, standard two year old boy fare, but he attends in a way I never dreamed possible.
Start them young I say.
thanks Elizabeth - books are for life aren't they. I think all the little dints and teeth marks and fingerprints will become part of the story...
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