For where can one find more noble distraction, more entertaining company, more delightful enchantment than in literature?
It's not just escaping into novels that makes me happy though. I love books that inspire and enlighten, books that challenge what I think to be true, books that teach me something new.
And I love sharing books. My children, as a rule, refuse to read what I recommend. It's how the world works for us.
Imagine my surprise when Braeden picked from a handful of books in his English class, to read Pride and Prejudice, one of my favorite books. It gets better. He said he picked it because he knew I loved the book! Is your next question what is he trying to butter me up for? I don't know but believe me, it will work.
My boy, reading Pride and Prejudice. I told him his wife would appreciate it some day.
The first few days of him reading were painful for him. He told me, "Nothing's happening. They just talk and talk. And talk." I told him to keep reading.
And he did. I also toyed with him. I asked him if Jane had died yet. He said, "She dies!?!"
I said, "Oh, I've said too much."
The other night, I was making dinner and Braeden yelled from the other room, "Mom! Mr. Bingley just proposed to Jane!"
So maybe the best part of books: sharing them. Delighting together in the magical combinations authors make with 26 little letters.