Someone I interviewed once said that the greatest gift you can give your children is a love of reading. I am happy to say that after years of reading to them, encouraging them to read (by paying them 50 pence for every book they finished) and leading by example, they have finally got it.
Last night Bea dived into bed with a great grin on her face clutching a book in French about a princess who wants to be a witch. I recognised that feeling of anticipation and happiness at the thought of time alone with a book. I have it, most recently with a PG Wodehouse book I just finished. They should prescribe PG Wodehouse for depression, better than any pills.
Olivia was reading Ferdinand to Leonardo which was another sight to fill a book-mad mother with joy. This is a book that both Rupert and I loved as children, I even remember it in Swedish.
Meanwhile the house burglary saga goes on…turns out the stereo is missing and lots of DVDs and the TV in the kitchen too.
I just hope they haven’t taken any of our books….at least we had the foresight to bring Ferdinand with us.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009