My boy's ninth reading year

Today my little one turns nine. I don't have a review post written yet for today, which is a direct consequence of hosted a sleepover this weekend. The many small boys (there seemed to be more of them then there actually were) enjoyed themselves with great enthusiasm long past the point at which I wanted to go to sleep....

I like, on my boys' birthdays, to make a small record of their reading year--here's last year's post for this child. This past year, his ninth as a reader, was pretty much the fulfilment of my expectations--he read. He read Percy Jackson. He read Narnia. He read many Warriors books. He's well into The Mysterious Benedict Society, and re-read The Hobbit to himself. And there were many others. He put down finished books, and asked for the next, immediately....

And most gratifyingly of all, he's been living the books. He's so lucky to have friends who are reading the same books as he is (which isn't a coincidence--all the books I mentioned (except the Hobbit) he picked up because his friends were reading them. And they played these books together on the playground at recess--my son right now is Sticky (indignant about being whitewashed)--and at home he has been going off to the woods by himself to the woods to be a Warrior cat.

And he also read lots of graphic novels, his favorite of which was Giants Beware! His most anticipated book of next year is Legends of Zita. I love both Giants Beware and Zita myself--great books that boys love that show strong girl characters!

His father finished reading him The Return of the King three nights ago, which was a poignant moment, because it was so important to both of us that our kids have that experience, and now it's over...and they are growing up. Now it's my turn to be the reader...and he's going to meet Alice.