Whether you want to learn something, empathise with someone or just lose yourself in a novel, A Boy Made of Blocks might just be the next book you should read.
Finally… my daughter has selected a Chris Riddell book to enjoy – and believe me there is SO much to enjoy.
A few months ago a friend and I were bemoaning the fact that we never seemed to read very much any more. That when we did read, our book choices were a little off and our general reading habit was more than a little un-inspired. So we set up a Book Club.
My children have become really anti-social. They don’t talk to me, apart from the odd grunt, and they barely even look at me. They aren’t teenagers and I don’t actually mind. Why?
They are reading. On their own. ALL the time.
Following the inaugural meeting of our new book club it’s time to start a new book. I’m off to the Alaskan winter with ‘The Snow Child’ by Eowyn Ivey. So excited.
Today is one of the most hotly anticipated(?) days in the academic calendar, it is World Book Day. Parents love it. Parents hate it. Kids love it. Kids hate it.
“I was glad my father was an eye-smiler. It meant he never gave me a fake smile because it’s impossible to make your eyes twinkle if you aren’t feeling twinkly yourself.”
Danny The Champion of The World – Roald Dahl
I read a lot of books when I was a child, indeed it is a constant disappointment to me that I don’t read more now that I am an adult with far more capability to understand the nuances in a finely crafted novel. However, as a child I ate books. Well not really. I never actually swallowed a book (or even a tiny corner of page) despite preferring to read than to eat. The Borrowers, Little House on the Prairie, Teddy Robinson, Malory Towers (oh, how I longed to become a boarder and have a midnight dorm feast), The Secret Garden, Goodnight Mister Tom (the first book to move me to tears), Pippi Longstocking, Ballet Shoes, The Famous Five… and on the list goes…
Life of Ryrie 