All three kids looked at the movie and scrunched up their faces “What’s that?”
“It’s a movie based on a Charles Dickens novel.”
After I pulled myself off the ground and got my breath back, I proceeded to tell them who he was. Oliver Twist, A Tale of Two Cities, A Christmas Carol. They still shook their heads. So I forced them to watch the movie. I sold it on the fact that Anne Hathaway was in the movie but low and behold they sat, watched it and actually liked it. (the boys did, girl disappeared outside half way through, maybe 7 is too young)
Now with them being off school and me working my husband has them reading for 30 minutes a day, which I find funny because he doesn’t read at all. Anyway my daughter reads her books and younger son is reading Artemis Fowl. Older son had a harder time choosing a book because like his dad, he doesn’t like to read. So my hubby chose The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings to read.
The first night at dinner we asked each child to tell us what they read about. Older son had a hard time telling us what was going on. He said that it would be like me writing down what I did all day and then a hundred years from now someone reading it. But the next day when I got home from work, he told me he’d just read two more chapters and was actually finding it interesting.
Maybe there is hope yet to teach my children some things about literature and remind myself at the same time why I love to read and write.
PS: On the writing front, I decided to plug ahead and not look back. I’m now on Chapter 4 and wrote 3000 words this week.