I love that I caught Child twice in the past day sneaking reading when she was supposed to be doing something else.
I love that we just got back from the library, and though going in she said she still had too many to read and didn't need more, she walked out with 3 new ones. "Because they look so interesting."
I love that I just asked Child what her favorite book was, and she couldn't answer. There were "too many books that I love because I love books." She ended up settling on the whole mystery category.
I love that she's currently reading TALES OF A 4TH GRADE NOTHING and a Betsy-Tacy-Tib book, both of which I adored at her age. I love that they both make her laugh. Some books endure through generations--they capture experience, and story, so well it doesn't matter when they were written. They are magical.
This is why I write, trying to create this kind of magic.
And watch out, publishing world. I'm raising a reader. You're gonna have to work hard to keep up with her. :)