|N.'s drawing of a sailboat inspired by We Didn't Mean to Go to Sea|
While we eagerly await the arrival of a recently ordered used copy of Secret Water, the eighth in the Swallows and Amazons series, I am reading aloud Cheaper by the Dozen by Frank B. Gilbreth, Jr. and Ernestine Gilbreth. It's even more fun than the 1950 Myrna Loy movie led me to expect.
Last week N. discovered Clementine on our shelves and has since devoured the first three books in Sara Pennypacker's series about the irrepressible redhead (are redheads in literature ever repressible?). It's been a while since he has read fiction with such avidity (he gravitates to Trains Magazine, Classic Trains Magazine, and National Geographic, or he rereads Harry Potter or Diary of a Wimpy Kid, for his pleasure reading), so I was happy to see him enjoying these so heartily.
Tim recently began reading N. a biography of Mozart. Tim tutors two middle-school-aged homeschool students and he's studying Henry VI with one and Huckleberry Finn with the other, which means he's spending his evenings rereading those texts. For his own pleasure reading, he's reading Midnight in Sicily by Peter Robb.
I just finished Zadie Smith's NW on Sunday and last night I started Bring Up The Bodies by Hilary Mantel. I loved Wolf Hall and am already loving this sequel.
[I'm linking to The Children's Bookshelf.]