"If only books were waterproof, we could keep reading in the shower."
-Sam, the boy who reads while eating, going for a drive, listening to music, listening to story CDs (how???), walking and tidying his room. I think he has a radar that keeps him from bumping into things while his nose is in a book.
Recently, Max announced "I am not a bookworm", in a decided tone. In this family, that's like saying that you're not keen on chocolate. His reading skillz are good, but he's not ADDICTED, and this concerns me somewhat. On one hand, I am fine with it. I told him that I would read to him for ever if he likes, even if he starts reading on his own, just like I read to his bookworm brothers, and he looked happy. He loves being read to, and listening to stories on tape and CD, it's just the reading itself that isn't exciting him.
And then it hit me: The only thing that Max has ever read on his own, without prodding, was Calvin and Hobbes. A strange choice for a seven-year-old, I thought at the time, but I said nothing. He chuckled in the right places, and asked me to explain odd words to him, so he must have been understanding something. Max seems to have a very different taste in books to his brothers!
So off to the bookstores I went this afternoon, to look for comic-strip style literature to tempt Max's odd sense of humour. Anything with unusual layouts, gross drawings, and funny story-lines. Tonight I commented that if he liked, he could keep his bedside light on for a few extra minutes and look at a book.
When I went back in, he was deeply engrossed in "The Teacher From The Black Lagoon". "Five more minutes!" he said. "Weeeeeell, okay, just five," I replied, and skipped out to hide my glee. I will let you know how it goes!