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!