Two Bookworms

I relish having another true bookworm in the house. Yes, my 8-year-old son reads at least an hour per night, but my 6-year-old daughter is a True Bookworm. She is the one who descends the stairs in the morning with a book in front of her face and settles herself at the kitchen table without looking up unless it is to tell me enthusiastically what part of the story she is in. (Last night at dinner, she announced amiably, "I'm so glad you are all here, so I can tell you about the book I am reading.")

Currently reading "Fearless Martha: A Daughter of the American Revolution"

I chuckled when recently reading "Jane Eyre" when Mr. St. John is noted for his "antisocial habit of reading at the table." I haven't corrected Mary of that antisocial habit because then I'd have to correct myself. I'm not going to take a "selfie" in my pajamas, but below is what I was doing when Mary settled in at the breakfast table with her companion book.

Currently reading "To Kill a Mockingbird"

Mary has a plan in her head of all the books she is going to read "next." The list is about twelve novels long. I don't know if she enjoys more telling me of adjustments to her plan or if I enjoy more hearing about it.