There is hope for our reluctant readers…
I have a confession. I did not read books when I was a kid. Of course, there was the time in 5th grade that I conspicuously placed A Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson on my desk, but that brief brush with literature was meant only to impress the two bookish girls in my class that I liked (one of whom is now a children’s writer but I’m not telling who!). Other kids were skateboarding to look the part. I was pretending to read books.
It’s not that I wasn’t surrounded by these bound bits of paper. My professorial parents lined our living room with volumes of fiction and non-fiction to quickly pull off the shelf if my sister and I needed help with our homework. I was a good student. Valedictorian even. But reading was something I only did when someone made me. Not because I didn’t like…
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Michelle, this is really terrific. Aaron Becker’s childhood was my childhood. I completely understand what he is trying to say; it is the story that the words in the books tell that’s important. So, I had to post a comment to him on the article to tell him just that. He spoke at the Eric Carle Museum recently and I was unable to to go. Oh, how wonderful that would have been! -Jennie-
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