He Won’t Stop Reading
November 11, 2011
Zee is nearly 8. He and I are constantly in a tug of war over his school work and chores. The kid can debate you to death.
So it’s really nothing new that it’s Friday night and his work for this week isn’t finished. But this week, it’s not because he’s spent all his time arguing about whether measurement belongs in a math book or when in his life he’ll find a use for poetry.
This week he’s addicted to reading.
Reading has always been one of the first things he finishes on his to-do list each week. These past 2 months, he’d been hooked by the Harry Potter books. He took them in the car, read them on the couch and begged to stay up to get a few more pages in. I can’t seem to get the next book in the series ordered from the library before he finishes the one he’s on.
But this past week, it’s gone over the top. He’s devouring whole bookshelves. Every hour I seem to find him somewhere else, reading book after book. Everywhere I go I see him walking around with arms full of books. Every time I pass the main hall, there he is, on the floor in front of the bookshelf reading one after another.
Each time I see him I can’t help but inquire if he means to finish his school work this week.
“But I like reading, Mom.”
It’s hard to argue with that.
