Well, maybe not by choice, but as we've been reading different books, we'll read passages to her and she likes to listen intently. She'll often furrow her little brows as if she understands what we're saying. This morning I was eating my cereal and reading the newspaper (I like the paper copy...not online) and read interesting sections to her as she sat in her little bouncy seat. She looked over the whole time and was totally content just listening to stories about the economy, the UC game, Obama moving to DC and all kinds of articles from the paper. I think we'll have a little reader on our hands!
And, if you haven't read Mockingbird in a while, you need to pick it up and read it again. Like my dad said, Harper Lee's words are like "gems."
Scout [narrating]: Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning; ladies bathed before noon, after their 3 o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go and nothing to buy... and no money to buy it with. Although Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself... That summer, I was six years old...
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