Reading with my dad is one of my earliest memories. He used to sit beside my bed and read me some of the greatest stories ever written. It’s where my love of books began. I still have the copies of the Lord of the Rings trilogy that he read me all those years ago. They are beat up pretty bad, and can barely hold in their pages… but they are very well loved, having been read again and again and again. I hope that one day my daughter will look back on our night time reads with the same fondness, and that it will inspire her to a lifetime of adventuring.
Lily-Ann and I finished our first chapter book on December 26th. It was an adaptation of Tangled (the new Disney princess movie based on the Rapunzel fairy tale). We found it in her school book order, and I figured we should give it a go.
On Tuesday we picked our current read. I first consulted my most trusted group of writerly friends (the MomWriters, an email based group of women writers of which I’ve been a member for the last ten years). I look forward to following up on many of their recommendations. But this go round the girlie favoured the first book in the Fairy Blossoms series by Suzanne Williams, Daisy and the Magic Lesson.
So far, we have BREEZED through the first29 pages. Its such an easy, flowing read. And the characters are so personable, a group of nine year old fairies just beginning at Mistress Lily’s fairy school, what could be more delightful? I have a feeling we’ll be sticking with this series for a while.