My daughter has read one Harry Potter book every six months since she turned seven. Min and I proposed the schedule as a way to space the books apart, because we didn’t think she could or should read the whole series at seven. Now, three years later, it’s turned into a traditional birthday reward.
This year my son decided he, too, should read a Harry Potter book on his sister’s birthday, so he started book one on my Kindle. This morning, he was immersed in Harry’s first trip Diagon Alley.
He couldn’t stop reading. He BEGGED to take my Kindle to school.
That didn’t seem like the best idea, so we trudged across the street early and asked the school librarian for the book, despite the “no new check-outs in June” rule. She signed it out under her own name, and my son headed down the hall with his prize.
Since my daughter carried her book to school, with her finger marking her spot the whole way, she’ll probably spend the day reading as well.
Which is probably not the most convenient thing for their teachers.
But it’s pretty darned adorable.