I sit on Miss Three’s bed waiting and smiling as she stands in front of her book shelf deliberating.
She moves her fingers carefully along the spines of her books. It is as if the books are whispering her name begging her to re-enter their fantasy land. She will occasionally pull one out and smile softly as if she and the book share a secret. This can go on for seemingly ever until I hurry her along.
I can’t help but smile because I know that while she could stand there forever, lately she only ever settles on either her beloved Hairy Maclary or new interest Fancy Nancy which was given to her for Christmas.
Hairy has been a favourite for a long while. She’ll cuddle into my nook as I read one of the playful stories to her. These days she joins in with me knowing the cleverly rhyming narratives off by heart. She is so animated when chanting along with me, her favourite being Caterwaul Caper where she can give a big ‘Wrowwww’ in the right parts.
She is also lapping up Fancy Nancy at the moment which has her inquisitive little mind in overdrive. The author has a fantastic way of introducing big words to kids. Miss Three will ask me questions along the way if she doesn’t understand and is often running around the house now saying, ‘Oui’ or ‘Bonjour’ thanks to Nancy who likes all things fancy. (A nice change from her Dora-inspired ‘Vamonos amigo’.)
I can see so much of myself in Miss Three some days. I was, and still am, a complete and utter bookworm.
As a child I would voraciously devour my Enid Blytons, my Babysitters Clubs, my Roald Dahls, and Anne of Green Gables. As I got older these were replaced with John Marsden, RL Stine, and Nick Earls. I kept each and every one of my books from my childhood and added to this collection as I moved into adulthood.
Unfortunately, my impressive book collection went for a swim in Queensland’s floods in early 2011. I was lucky enough to salvage a few of my favourites though – My diary of Anne Frank from Amsterdam made it, as did the Twilight series (Thank Christ 😉 ).
While I don’t get to read very much anymore, I am slowly building my new collection alongside Miss Three’s, while Dave dreams up funky looking tree-shaped bookcases that he will build us to display them in.
I’m not sure that Miss One shares our love of reading yet, or ever will, but time will tell.
What are you reading at the moment? Any recommendations for me or my three-year-old?
Linking up today with the inspirational Zanni from My little sunshine house and writing to her prompt – Reading.