Little Guy is my late reader. I guess he's not late on average, just late within our family of early-reading kids. He can read, but he doesn't. I'm not sure why, and have wondered about visual tracking problems and dyslexia. When you grow up in a house with roughly 8,000 books and six avid readers, it's a little unusual not to be a reader yourself.
For our trip to deliver Eldest to college I bought Little Guy a short book about Star Wars. He read it, happily. I guess it boosted his confidence. Tonight he was curled up with another book while I read Olive Kitteridge on the other side of the room. He looked up and smiled. "Hey Mom, I can read this now!" he said.
It's a long way from Dick and Jane!
Monday, August 30, 2010
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Perhaps he just needed a hero that he could relate to! Let's just hope he doesn't figure out how to build the transmogrifier, or we're all in trouble...
ReplyDeleteLaura (whose "late"-reading dd started with those annoying, sophomoric bubble asides--the ones Mommy skipped--in the Magic Schoolbus books.)
did you like Olive Kitteridge? i did, very much.
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