The first book in the Macdonald Hall series by Gordon Korman, This Can’t Be Happening, was such a big hit that we’ve opted to read the second, Go Jump In The Pool, right away. Monday night’s trip to the library was successful, and we came home with a nice selection, including the much anticipated Korman book, which they insisted had to be started that very second.
Mama insisted on pyjamas and brushed teeth first, but soon we were sprawled in various positions around the living room. K chose to lay on his back across the big couch, his head hanging off the end, his arms and legs twitching in time to the emotional intensity of the book. B was much more conventional, curled up in a ball on the big easy chair. By the end of the first chapter, what started out with smiles and groans and sparkling eyes has turned into throwing-your-body-backwards-on-the-couch-and-lauging-yourself-sick. Who knew eight year old boys (excuse me, eight and a half) had such a penchant for over-the-top laughter? By the end of chapter two, B had abandoned the chair crept ever closer until she was crouched at the foot of my rocker like an oversized frog with sparkling eyes and a low, rich laugh that melts my heart.
Reading together is about so much more than just reading. Reading together is love, pure and simple.