Raising a Reader

Now that I hooked you in with my snappy title, here is another version, “How to Increase the Odds of Raising a Child that will Enjoy Reading”.  Because, as parents, all we can really do is bend the odds. I love to read, my husband loves to read, and we have two girls who also love to read. It is nature or nurture? Both, and it's in the nurture component that we have wiggle room.  For example, I'm not a foodie, and I have two of the pickiest eaters ever to shun all things green; so I solicit advice from my foodie friends and, by golly, it is gold! Also, when we eat with them, my kids who are always "so full", suddenly have hollow legs!

If you have recently embarked on your parenting journey, or if you have kids who treat books like mine treat broccoli, this is for you.  If you already have a house full of book lovers, please share your secrets in the comments section.  I would love to hear from you!

Start Young—Really Young
As soon as my babies were born, it felt right to read to them while they were nestled in the crook of my arm, or splayed on my chest as we reclined.  It didn't matter if it was an article from Fly Rod & Reel magazine or a children's story; my babies loved the close contact and seemed to like hearing and feeling my tonal inflections. They both ended up being very early talkers—but don't let that deter you...

Lay on the Ham and Cheese
Kids, especially toddlers, react to emotion. When a character in the book shouts, make sure you're shouting too. “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT COOKIE!!” If monsters are roaring their terrible roars, give up your most terrible roar, ham up the terrible teeth gnashing and pause while your child roars and gnashes too.

Find Books that Interact with the Reader
Some books ask the reader to do something, then the characters respond on the following page. A couple popular examples are Monster at the End of this Book, and Don't let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! Dora the Explorer and Diego books are also intentionally interactive.

Or Adapt them Yourself
Adapting a book to make it interactive is a great way to read it the thousandth time and not be completely disengaged.

Examples:

Teeth prints from "eating" the book,
like a Mess Monster.

• When we read Mess Monsters, we roar, crash, stomp, clobber the pictures on the pages right along with the monsters. When the monsters “bang down their tails”, we hammer on the ground with our fists, when “the whole bedroom shakes”, I make sure to do my best lap-quake. 
• In Pilot Pups, I use lead-ins, “Flick the switches pull back up, zipping, zooming…” and pause for her to shout “Pilot Pups!” 
• If a book about a picnic has a spread of tasty food, pretend to pick items off the page and gobble it up. “Mmmm.. That cupcake was delicious! I'm going to have a juice box now… slurp, slurp” Berzo finds it hilarious to pick gross things off the page and feed them to me. “Ewwwee, blech, I don't want to eat dirty underpants!!” (Knuffle Bunny)

Older kids
Keep reading to kids who are old enough to read by themselves. Although by now the you can spread the cheese a little thinner, kids still absorb the way you use inflection and voices, helping them to speed through that robotic monotone most kids adopt when they first start reading out loud. Also, they will often follow along while you read, (especially if you run your finger under the line you're reading) rapidly building their vocabulary as they hear you pronounce words they've not yet experienced in written form.

Let Older Kids Read to You
This takes a surprising amount of patience because there are a lot of “don'ts” here. Letting kids read to you visibly boosts their confidence and helps them practice the aforementioned inflections and fluency. Reading quietly and aloud are two distinct skills; a child can be a voracious quiet reader and be terrible at reading aloud. (This was me.) Yet, reading aloud is one way teachers judge their abilities. If you have younger sibling, they can often be coaxed into reading with the older ones, provided your older child chooses the younger's favorites.

Don'ts When Listening to Your Child Read

• Don't correct. This is extremely annoying and can squash their confidence. I know it's annoying because my older daughter corrects me when the three of us are reading together. “Mom, you skipped that part. No she ‘yelled’, not ‘said’.” Grr… 
• Don't give straight answers. When he asks what a word is help him sound it out, kind of playing it like you're not sure yourself. If he doesn't know what a word means, help him look at the context to try to figure it out. However, if he's getting flustered, do the work and narrate what you're are doing, slide your finger under the tough word, e.g. maneuvering, and say “man-nuuu-verr-ing, maneuvering”. Whatever process you articulate they'll be likely to adopt.
• Don't get impatient. Reading aloud is taxing and takes all his focus, if you're checking your watch, squirming, or sighing, it's going to make him lose focus and doubt himself. Be fully present or suggest another time when you can be relaxed.
• Don't interrupt. Just listen. 

Do's When Reading Together

• Be attentive. Can't stress this enough.
• Give non-verbal feedback. A pat on the leg or shoulder when he's worked through a tough sentence can be very encouraging. Gasp, or ooh and awe at appropriate moments to show you are listening.
• When done reading, praise his effort and progress, not his prowess. He's in a stage of development, you don't want to give him the idea that he's done, or that he's great at reading when he might feel otherwise.  Use specific praise like, “Wow, your reading is getting much smoother,” or “I loved that voice you used for the dragon; it was really fierce.” 
• Ask questions about what he liked about the story and discuss the plot and surprises. Having a conversation about the book afterward will enhance his comprehension about what he read, and show that you were paying attention and enjoyed the time you shared. 
• When he spend time alone reading, show interest.  Ask questions, even read a book or two. I recently read one of Boots' Magic Tree House books called, Mummies in the Morning, and she was flattered that I would choose to read a book of hers for myself. We spent a fun fifteen minutes discussing the story. I told her I was a little disappointed I didn't learn something new about Egyptology, and she rolled her eyes and said, “Mom, it's a book for little kids! They can't put all that stuff in.” 

Get Dad on Board
Hi, Charley here. Amy puts Berzo to bed an hour before Boots' bedtime. It is my job to keep Boots quiet; she's also required to read for fifteen minutes every day for school. We knew if we tasked Boots with reading fifteen minutes every day, she'd balk. It's just who she is. We hid the Reading Log and I started inviting Boots to read with me. If she refused, we'd play cards or watch a show together. I didn't make it a big deal.

She was reluctant to read out loud at first. So we made a deal, that she would read the first paragraph of each chapter then I'd finish the chapter. While she was reading, I'd only help her if she was really struggling with a word. Pretty soon she just keep going. I was amazed at how quickly she got better.

As for her teacher's log sheet, I included all the time we spent reading together—not just when she read. If Boots didn't want to read, I'd put down a zero for the day; confident that we were doing the right thing by not pressuring her.

Hi, it's me again.

As it turns out, it was the right thing to do. (For once!!) She will now read for an hour or more on days when the mood strikes her. At bedtime I sometimes get exasperated hearing, “Just let me finish this page.” Then she turns it and I see her eyes sliding across the lines on the next page.

I still put a zero on her reading log sheet on days she doesn't crack a book, but the feedback I hear from her teacher has only been praise for how well she's progressing and how much she (her teacher) appreciates her enthusiasm during reading time.  Also, I no longer hide the log sheet from Boots.  I'm also selectively vocal about writing down her times, "Wow, so that's a total of forty-five minutes for today.  I'm going to write that down on your log sheet." She likes that I notice her efforts in this way and knowing that her teacher will see it too.

Got Tweens?

 If your kids are tweens or teens and don't like reading it's likely they simply have yet to find a genre that speaks to them. I remember not reading much between the ages of about eleven and fifteen. I was too old for my Nancy Drew books and the drippy, sticky books targeted at my demographic were utterly unappealing to my tomboy nature. (Yes, I mean you, Sweet Valley High series.) My reading comprehension and vocabulary weren't great, so deeper more intriguing novels were out; then I on a whim I picked up The Shining. That was it, I was done. I read little else than Stephen King novels for the next few years. My standardized reading test scores skyrocketed. Although, I haven't read any of his stuff in a decade or so, I haven't been without a book-in-progress since.  Encourage your kids to try out different authors, genres, or  non-fiction books that follows an interest; whatever their interests are, there's a book for that.

Reading isn't slimy canned spinach. If we shove it at them, we're sending the message that this spoonful of goo is disgusting, but we should eat it anyway because it's good for us. If you treat reading like, well… a treat, it'll be much more appealing.

Happy reading!


Tips for Getting Kids Interested

• Books make great rewards. If your kid has accomplished something you want to celebrate, invite him along for a trip to the bookstore and give him license to pick out a book of any kind.
• Draw them in. When you're reading something and a part of the story appeals to one of your child's interests, say, “Hey Boots, commere, you gotta check this out.”
• Read the same book in tandem—occasionally.  To score extra parenting points, lag behind her progress and ask her questions about what's going to happen. Make sure to criticize things you didn't like. “I thought it was lame how long it took for the dragon to hatch. I mean for half the book he's carrying around an egg!” She might surprise you with some insight as to why it was important that the story went that way. “Geez mom, if the dragon hatched right away…” Or she might say, “Yeah, that really bugged me too.” I find being critical of plot points gets them engaged. (Weird, I know.) Then we talk about other aspects of the book as well. 
• Make going to the library routine.  Start a routine of going to the library every other week. Let her choose whatever she's interested in, even if she only gets DVDs and video games. Books have a way of enticing people all on their own. Try to be flexible and let her take as many items home as she wants, or if your child needs limits, like my oldest, make it as much as she can carry in a tote bag. Then stop off at a cafe and share a treat on the way home. Select a time that will allow you to be relaxed and unhurried, and you both might start looking forward to this excursion every other week.
• Establish a quiet time where reading is one of the choices.  Maybe for a half hour after lunch, (on weekends for older kids) or just before bedtime.  You probably need the downtime too, and when it's routine, you don't won't feel as guilty about neglecting housework or other demands.  It might be difficult at first, but before long you and your kids might start looking forward to spending that time together.
• Give them a little special recognition when they finish a book. If the only applause they receive is when they get a hit on the ball field, that's probably where they'll set their focus. As one of my favorite parenting gurus, Becky Bailey, says, "What you pay attention to, you'll get more of."

Skill Building Tips for Babies and Toddlers

• Exaggerate sounds and point to letters. When reading alphabet books, instead of reading “A is for apple.” Put your finger below the A and say, “A, ahhhh. A is for ahhhhhp-ple.” Then pause to let them try to repeat it. Even if they're not talking yet.  Then be sure to pretend to eat the apple and bite into a slimy worm, which you then spit out in a very dramatic fashion.
• Ask them to make predictions. When reading a story, stop frequently and ask him what he thinks is going to happen next. When I started doing this with Berzo, I was surprised that she didn't know or would guess wrong, even though we'd read the book a dozen times. I'd say, “Uh-oh, what going to happen when Critter puts his stick in the hole in the ground??” It didn't take her long before she start answering right off, “The ground bees are going to buzz out and chase him!! Buzzzz!” (Just a Day at the Pond.)
• What do you think he's feeling? Kids get really good at this fast. If a character looks sad, mad, scared, or happy, point to the picture and ask what she thinks the character is feeling. Understanding how the characters are feeling enhances their understanding of the story and sometimes add to the fun. In Mercer Mayer, Little Critter stories, Critter often says one thing when the characters are certainly feeling another. “My little sister liked my new puppy right away.” Berzo, what does Little Sister look like? “She looks maaad.” (Just Me and My Puppy)

Got tips? Got book recommendations??

Please feel free to share in the comments section. I would love to hear back.

Books Mentioned in this Blog Post
Duckling Gets a Cookie - Mo Willems

Knuffle Bunny - Mo Willems
Monster at the End of this Book - Jon Stone
Where the Wild Things Are - Maurice Sendak
Pilot Pups - Michelle Meadows
Just a Day at the Pond - Mercer Mayer
Just Me and My Puppy - Mercer Mayer
Mess Monsters - Beth Shoshan
Mummies in the Morning - Mary Pope Osborne
The Shining - Stephen King

Dora the Explorer
Diego

Berzo in her stuffed animal/reading basket.

The Great Shower Debacle

For that last few years I have been sharing a bathroom with my girls, whilst my husband uses our upstairs deluxe shower, double sink, toilet with hurricane-five-rated-flusher for his own.

Sharing a bathroom with kids presents all the predictable challenges, my new bottle of shampoo is empty—but Ariel's hair sparkles... Every morning the floor of the tub slick with gobs of conditioner and sprinkled with plastic horses—of which all parts are pointy. The bar of soap is mashed into the drain.

Every morning I dash to the shower while the girls are eating breakfast, pick up the toys (when did the floor get so far away?) and toss them in the basket. The basket over-balances and toys and slimy water slide all over the bathroom floor. I pick up the toys (again with the floor being far away) and use one of their towels to mop up the water. Then mop a little farther to get this smudge and that smudge. After the floor is clean, (pretty much) I pull down the shower curtain, which is wrapped up around the bar, and turn on the shower. I dig my fingers into the soap bar and pry it off the floor, trying not to slip as my toes grasp for purchase, then I rinse off the slime from the drain.

I shower.

Good morning, babies.

It occurred to me recently that the girls are not babies anymore. They are older (nearly three and seven) and more sensible now, and they can even go up and down stairs...independently. I'll just get up fifteen minutes earlier and take a shower upstairs in the grown-up's shower, where a bottle of shampoo lasts about four months. So for the last three weeks or so, that's what I've been doing. Sometimes the girls wake up and can't find me, and panic shouting for me. Leaving me to shout back, “I'M IN THE SHOWER… UPSTAIRS. ALMOST DONE!!” (I discussed the change thoroughly, they're just disoriented in the mornings.) Sometimes they wake up early and come upstairs with me, sometimes they sleep through it all.

This particular morning they were awake…

We were all snugged in my bed awake—yes, exactly like a pack of dogs, mmm-hmmm. Then about ten minutes later my alarm sounds. I get out of bed and tell the girls I'm headed up for a shower. I start rooting in my underwear drawer while Boots, garbed in a blanket, slides out the door. Berzo insists on having her warm cocoa first. For reasons too tedious to explain I refuse and tell her that I'll make it for her after my shower. She leaves the room also garbed in a blanket and kicks our cat, Rogue, out of her cat bed and lays in the cat bed, awaiting her coco. Boots is up at the top of the stairs, on the landing, playing with her Furreal dog. Bra and panties in hand, I step over Boots and get hung up in her blanket.

“I'm going in to take a shower, come in if you want…” I say as I disengage from her blanket.

Then I head into our ridiculously huge master bathroom, slide the door open, turn on the shower and step inside. Ahhhh. A little over five minutes later (seven maybe?) I step out and dry off, mopping the towel through my hair and I hear a familiar voice shout, “Amy!?”

“Tricia?!?” What the hell? I wrap up in my towel and go for the upstairs door just as my neighbor gets there. “Is everything OK? Is something wrong?” I blurt out, looking for my girls, who are just behind her with red rimmed eyes looking sheepish.

“Boots and Berzo were outside screaming and crying for you.”

“What?!?”

“Yeah, I was sleeping and heard something…”

Sure that something was wrong (e.g. me stroked out on the floor) she ran outside to see what was going on.

“I can't find my mom!” was the statement from the kid I tripped over to get into the shower. Tricia, remembering me telling her about the “I'M IN THE SHOWER!” yelling because they can't find me, she thought, I bet she's in the shower. Tricia brought my girls back inside and could hear the water running. She ran up the stairs and there I was dripping wet, wild eyed, wearing only my towel and my what-the-heck-is-going-on face.

She explained what happened… I apologized profusely for them waking her up and thanked her for rescuing our other neighbors from the same fate...

“That's my girls, humbling me a little more every day,” I said.

Now hanging on the inside of our front door, I diagrammed out a proper procedure for what they can do if they are unable to locate me.

I had been chastising myself lately for being remiss in teaching Boots how to use my phone to call 911, now I'm glad. Instead of my good friend and neighbor, Tricia, it might have been a troop of fireman at my upstairs door… whilst I dripped in my towel.

Hummm, on second thought...

Book Review - Lies of Locke Lamora

Powell's Books · Barnes & Noble

Scott Lynch ©2007

If I were to do a one word review for this book it would be: Badass.

Feel free to stop reading now, the rest of this review is basically fluff, but since I have a particular fondness for writing fluffy book reviews I will proceed.

Oh good, you decided to come along.

Synopsis:
Locke Lamora is the leader of a gang of thieves dubbed the Gentleman Bastards. This group of orphaned young men were educated and trained to become masterful thieves by a man called Father Chains. Chains was the Eyeless Priest of Perelandro, the thirteenth of the twelve gods, Lord of the Overlooked. Father Chains was not eyeless.

The city of Camorr was built upon the Elderglass ruins of an alien race, interlaced with canals infested with wolf sharks and other niceties from the Iron Sea. Duke Nicovante reigned over the nobility and lawful citizens, and Capa Vencarlo Barsavi reigned over the lawless. A Secret Peace existed between these two men, the nobility were to be left untouched and Capa Barsavi would be left to manage his gangs—which he did—ruthlessly.

Locke: “So I don’t have to…”

Father Chains: “Obey the Secret Peace? Be a good little pezon? Only for pretend, Locke. Only to keep the wolves from the door. Unless your eyes and ears have been stitched shut with rawhide these past two days, by now you must have realized that I intend you and Calo and Galdo and Sabetha to be nothing less,” Chains confided through a feral grin, “than a fucking ballista bolt right through the heart of Vencarlo’s precious Secret Peace.”


YES!

And this is just the beginning. The first hundred pages ticked by, the next hundred flew, the next three hundred had me up late at night with burning eyes. It found me yelling, “Just a minute!!” as I stole time from Hillsboro to get back to the sultry heat of Camorr. Then in a flash, it was over. I set my book down and said something brilliant like, “That. Was. Aweeesome.”

One Complaint: Alchemy exists in Camorr—and boy does it ever. It is applied to everything. There are alchemical lights, alchemical fruits, alchemical liquor, alchemical drugs, alchemical formaldehyde, alchemical make-up, alchemical toilet paper that removes all poo leaving a scent of roses behind. Just kidding on the last one, but it felt like that.

The rest—golden.

With GRRM like brutality, we lose several favorite characters and favorite villains. I always admire authors who can expend so much effort building characters only to kill them off. It would be like spending months building an incredible sand sculpture, then sending some toddlers to stomp all over it. Then instead of lamenting the lost effort, the artist then goes ahead creates something even better.

The plot gets so tense at times I would audibly sigh with relief when it was over. “Are you O.K.?” I heard more than once. In idle moments, or sometimes not so idle moments, my mind would wander back into the story to figure out where it would go next, or to guess at the fate of a imperiled character.

Backstory is given in small digestible chunks that is relevant to current action in the story. At first the sojourns into backstory was annoying and a little confusing, but either it got better or I got used to it and I started appreciating the context it brought to the story.

Best of all there are more books! Second best of all—this book stands on its own. It did not end in the middle of a story, nor did it, in the last hundred pages, invent a dozen new stories then end… Unlike some other authors I know. (Oh yes, I'm looking at you GRRM and Pat Rothfuss.)

Just kidding, love you guys—beards rule!