When I was a little girl, my mom read to me. She read "big" books, like Black Beauty, the Secret Garden, and even a few Nancy Drew. Long after I learned to read, I treasured these times of her reading to me.
I have been waiting anxiously for the chance to carry on that legacy with my own children. We have read to them since they were old enough to enjoy it, but reading Mr. Brown Can Moo for the umpteenth time is not the same as progressing through a novel with your child.
Miss N, who is almost six, is finally ready. She has shown some interest in chapter books for a while, so we tried one about a puppy who ran away from home. Even with the interruptions of Christmas, she liked the story and was able to remember from session to session.
But now. Now I get to share true literature with my child. Together, we have cracked open the pages of one of my all time favorite stories: Misty of Chincoteague.
My girl is perhaps as horse crazy as I was as an older child. She loves everything about horses, so this book is perfect.
So far we are just two chapters in, basically to the introduction. We have not met the kids yet. We have not met the Phantom yet. And we certainly have not met Misty, but I am thrilled. I cannot wait to delve into this book with my girl and experience the magic of the friendly filly through her eyes for the first time.
Next up: The Chronicles of Narnia.
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