According to our seventh grader, he read a 401-page book yesterday afternoon. He reads so quickly that we used to doubt his retention. But when we’d ask him to tell us about the story or his favorite character, he would provide every detail, every twist and turn.
I always wondered how you could enjoy a book if you didn’t linger over it.
But as he read yesterday, curled in a chair, his too-big-for-his-body feet hanging over the chair’s arm, a grin would spread across his face, and he’d say, “Mom, do you want to hear a good line?”
Be still, my heart!
And then he’d read me a well-written description or funny phrase that made you visualize a moment perfectly.
Even better, in-between perfectly written sentences, his face would burst into a smile over this plot twist or the next. An amusing comeback. And I don’t know what else.
I could have watched him read for hours…but then he finished the book.