Every day, I read a section of a chapter book to my class.The first book we read was The Swiss Family Robinson. They loved it. Lots of adventure. Lots of animals. Every year, we read The Indian in the Cupboard. These are a couple of the books that I read to my boys, but this year I also wanted to read them some of the books that I loved as a girl. So after The Swiss Family Robinson, we moved on to Little House in the Big Woods. The first chapter or so, I was wondering what the heck I'd been thinking. It was kind of slow. Not much happened. But then I started to see some great connections we could talk about between the family marooned on a previously uninhabited island and the family living alone in the middle of Wisconsin with no one around. And the kids really have taken to the book. Yesterday, as I was ending for the day (I always try to leave off right as something is about to happen), the kids were complaining, "No! Can't you just read a little more?" (Love it!)
"No," I told them. "We have to do math."
"Ohhh," said E. "I hope this book never gets over. I love it!"
I don't need any kind of award or recognition for the rest of my life: that was enough right there. :) And, of course, she'll be getting Little House on the Prairie for Christmas. I just hope someone will read it to her.