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“I asked why you would read these kind of books for Amelia” I looked at the book in his hand, a book of myths and legends. I sighed what else could go wrong. “I shouldn't read that” “Why don't you read real books…” “She's a child” “Does that matter?” “We've been arguing a little too much lately” “Read her something better” “Dare me” Dare me??

he jokes, and I playfully roll my eyes, laughing with him. Then, Bill says, "Let's go see the kids' books. I want to get him something." His excitement is catching, and I follow him to the colorful shelves. He picks up "Goodnight Moon." "For bedtime at my place," he says softly, making my heart melt a little. I find a book about baby animals and nudge him. "This one's for afternoons with me. We'll turn him into an animal lover for sure." Bill laughs and agrees, adding both books to the pile in his arms.

Alya lied down on the couch and rested her head on the pillow, smiling up at me. Stories were our thing. After a lot of effort, I got her into reading. But her only condition was that I read to her. Ever since, we picked an author and I read all of their best books to her almost every day. And Oscar Wilde's The Happy Prince was the first book I read to her. It became her favorite book and Wilde her favorite author.

A collection of classic children's books from Rachel — Goodnight Moon, Where the Wild Things Are, The Very Hungry Caterpillar. "These were my favorites," Rachel said quietly. Emma hugged her. "She's going to love them." Rachel pulled back. "I hope so." "She will. Because they're from you." --- At 3:00 PM, Emma sat down to rest. Her feet were swollen. Her back ached. The baby was kicking — not hard, but insistent, like she was trying to tell Emma something. "You're doing too much," Nick said, sitting beside her. "I'm sitting."

I watch amused as her forehead creases, she’s thinking hard and the smile as she takes the copy of Sam Wu is Not Afraid of Ghosts. “I like the cover.” Her eyes are bright and full of curiosity. “Thank you,” mouths the mother as the girl starts going through the illustrations on the back. “Say goodbye to Ms. Rebecca.” “Goodbye, and thank you, Ms. Rebecca.” She runs ahead clutching her new favorite toy for the next couple of days. My best customers these days are the small children that every other day for reading time. We sit in a circle and grab a few books to read out loud. Right now we are reading together Argh! There’s a Skeleton Inside You! and they are loving it. The children's section

So, it was time for a new favorite. I figured I’d start with the familiar and went over to Anderson’s long line of books. For a human author, he reigned supreme in the children’s section. The Little Mermaid popped out at me, as did The Emperor's New Clothes, but I thought maybe a story that people are foolish in public wouldn’t be the best choice.

I asked. He nodded. “I think so. They just wanted me to read to them, not compute something, so I guess I could do that.” I smiled. “The book’s on the side table. Thank you, Finn.” He waved happily before turning his back on us. “Please tell me it’s a fairy tale book, not the Introduction to Chemistry textbook?” Anya asked me. “I didn’t see any book except that,” Sky chimed in. “Why are you reading that to the kids?” He asked like he was accusing me again of giving my children a hard time.

Dane circled the table and I giggled, ducking out of his reach and spinning around his back before shooting for Xavier again. I managed to read the paper in that time, stopping as my heart melted. List of Rosie. Classic books - including extentions and continuations Dracula, Brothers Grimm, Frankenstein, Alice series. Glass case for her originals. Cooking books - Bug Xav. Fairytales and romance novels - ask Mums - maybe Theo. Expand for sunroom for Rosie and kids.

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

In as much as I'm ready to protect my son, I don't know how to wipe down that one incident down. It was in a small community center just across town. Rows and rows of books filled the room. Derrick was immediately lost between shelves, holding up colorful titles with wide eyes. "Mom! Aunt Lila! Look! Dinosaurs and Space Explorers in one book!" "Get it," Ava laughed, grabbing it for him. "And maybe this one too? It's about wolves." "Like the ones in your stories?" he asked. She nodded. "Exactly." Derrick shrugged, already marching toward the fantasy book section like he owned the place. "Books are my best friends. They don't yell. They don't lie. They just tell stories."