I have to admit that I am a bit dissatisfied by the latest choices of books, and I think it is because of my 'Y' chromosome. We read a Terry Pratchett book which was about a police department, in a world on a disk with fantastic creatures. Then, a book about an ancient Egyptian war, set in modern times. Both were full of intense battles and boyish humor. If you only read an hour a night, aloud, a medium-sized book can take up to a month to finish. Some of my dissatisfaction is that each book is taking so long to read, although they are not bad books.
At the breakfast table last week I started to plead my case for Anne of Green Gables. Two of the people in our family are female, which I think the book was written for, and the other half could give a little. They could consider that a story without a battle or an ogre might be meaningful.
Silas conceded, he wouldn't mind reading a book about me. ME?!?! I started into what was sure to be a fiery lecture about," how.... Anne and I....well, he must know those books are fiction, from the author's imagination, and...anyway, well.....I really think the kids....and you know, well.....Shut-up, Gilbert!!!"
Today, I found a copy of Anne of Green Gables on
|Silas & Tyson|