Reading reverie: A child lost in a book
After a week of chilly, rainy weather, a bright sunny day finally arrived here in New England. Not too hot, not too cool: it was, as Goldilocks found the baby bear’s porridge to be, just right.
My daughter, who had spent the cold, wet days reading her way through a pile of books, gulping them down like milkshakes, didn’t move an inch.
“Look,” I said, “the sun is out! Let’s get our bikes!”
“Mom,” she said, not even looking up, “I’m reading.”