Journal, Reading, Reading Aloud

Bedtime Reading

I agree with C. S. Lewis’s pronouncement that “reading oneself to sleep,” is a “deplorable practice,” but I do think that bedtime reading can serve other purposes. When I reflect on my childhood, straining to recall my earliest memories, one that surfaces most distinctly is bedtime reading. My mother, whether consciously or unconsciously, fulfilled the role of “Super Mom.” She… Read More Bedtime Reading

Journal, Living Books, WW2

Old Things Become New

If you have read my opinion about children’s literature very often, you know it is unapologetically emphatic in preferring old books over those written in the last 50 years. I subject “new” books to more stringent scrutiny and few meet my standards. For the record, I hold older books to the same standards, but many, many more of them… Read More Old Things Become New

Journal, Reading

Family Reading

The house is quiet, the kind of quiet that makes listening easy, when you can hear the softest sounds: a page turning, a little sniff, the sound of someone shifting position In a chair. That’s the way readingtime sounds in our house. There are often little breaks in this quiet, groans of dismay or disgust at who-knows-what predicament,… Read More Family Reading

Journal

For Hearts to Grow On

Recently I had heard or read about Anne Shirley in several places, so I suppose that’s what brought her to mind. For some strange reason, I missed her growing up and didn’t actually meet her until I was a mother myself. That’s the wonderful thing about a classic: it’s good at every age. I don’t know… Read More For Hearts to Grow On