This year, the boys raced out to their first incentive milestone and then flagged a bit. Family vacation and two weeks at camp cut reading time, although our older son reprised his adorable vacation habit of reading Dave Barry books aloud with his cousin who's about a year older.
Although the quantity of reading has not been fabulous, I was very satisfied when two books that I picked up at the library unbidden for our rising eighth grader resonated nicely. Competent Mother and I both really enjoyed Lois Lowry's A Summer To Die. Actually, that's the book that turned me into a reader-for-pleasure. CM also loved Madeline L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time. Although the boy raved about neither book, he finished both of them before we knew it and said - with a thirteen-year-old's* nonchalance, "Oh yeah. I liked them." Super pleased that the (recent) classics still appeal, despite all of the new options.
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