I came upon L and B cuddling together in bed this evening. L had just read B the first four chapters of her new Magic Treehouse book. For some reason, I just found it to be the most adorable thing ever. B loves those ridiculous treehouse books. (We’re on Book #25, but who’s counting?) I sadly told Bri we’d have read the entire series after we finish the latest bunch, but L cleverly noted that there is a whole second Treehouse series, some kind of Merlin thing, which has another 25 books. Yay? Maybe L will read them.
L and I are reading Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. I always remember that my third grade teacher, possibly my best teacher ever, loved and recommended this book. I think I read an abridged copy, but I don’t think I ever read the real thing, and i’m glad to finally read it in her honor. It started a little slow, but we’re both enjoying it now. Next up: Grandfather’s Dance (#5 in the Sarah Plain and Tall series) and My Friend Flicka. I’m trying to decide if L can handle Where the Red Fern Grows – such a great book, but she would not like the part where the dogs die. at. all.