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S U M M E R My little minion took her sweet time getting ready for bed. When I walked in, she was still chattering away, holding out one of three different books for us to read. "That one, Mommy! I love alligators. And wolves. Do we have any books about wolves?" Only my daughter would choose an alligator book over a cheerful dog or a cuddly teddy bear. But wolves? "I don't think we have any wolf books, but how about a doggie story?"

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He's left me speechless. How strange. Since I was all alone in the study I decided to help myself with any book of my choice. I wonder what kind of books Ethan reads. Carefully, I check the shelfs and their stacks and am surprised, just what kind of books he is reading, 'geography, maths, history…' By his age I was busy reading books about Cinderella, is this what he learns everyday, how boring, he should read more light novels, maybe I should get some children's book whenever I leave for the city or country, since am almost certain he would not understand if I told him the story of the ugly duckling.

"Are you ready for today?" "Yes! What book are we reading today?" I show her the book I picked out. “ We are reading Little Rabbit!” I say in excitement Brenda claps her hands and runs to the reading circle of children who have started coming in The rest of the children trickle in over the next few minutes. In comes Matthew the boy with ginger hair and for missing front teeth. Then Agatha, the troublemaker. Kelvin, the little child who is so hyperactive. They are also different but I love them and their own way

These were the only things I knew and had to know. But how to sense when danger is close by, how to put a fire out of the stove, how to cross an express road, I knew nothing about these practical things, because there wasn't a need for a nine year old to know these things. All a nine year old needed to focus on was to get the first position at class works and how to behave amongst peers. These practical things were for seventeen and eighteen year olds, why the need to bother about knowing them, when I had heroes who would always be there to come to my rescue if at all, I find myself in these situations?

he says smiling back at me, I asked him if he needed any help. "No, I'm just here to read, if you're not busy you're welcome to join me," he says inviting me to sit next to him in the reading area, there wasn't much of a crowd giving me a chance to sit down with him. "Let's go sit then," he says picking a story, it wasn't the same one he was reading as before, this was more like babies' stories I get my snacks from my bag and came back to sit down with him. At first, my adult self was wondering why he chose a Childers book but little me didn't care. I let him read the story with me right next to him. I was so entranced with the story until I felt something warm go down my princess area, I kn

If I was going to have dinner with Emilia and her grandfather tomorrow night, I should at least come prepared. "Janet," I called to my assistant through the intercom. "Clear my afternoon. I have an errand to run." Two hours later, I stood in Rainy Day Books, one of the city's oldest independent bookstores, staring in bewilderment at shelves of children's and young adult titles. The salesperson approached cautiously, eyeing my suit with the wary respect Seattle reserves for corporate types. "Can I help you find something?" "I need books," I said, then internally winced at the obvious statement. "For a nine-year-old girl. Smart, science-oriented, into puzzles and space."

She reached for a cart that had a note with her name on it, at the end of the book shelf and started putting on some comics inside. “Which do you think suits best for a five-year-old?” Sam looked up and saw the woman holding up two children’s book in front of her. The Mice of Greatness and Parrot Without a Home. She pondered for a while, knowing that she purchased both books and donated to a charity. “Parrots more suitable for a five-year-old,” Sam finally answered politely. “It has more pictures and the story is easy to understand. The other one is a great book as well but it’s better for ten years and up. Some words are too advance for young kids.”

In a cozy room filled with colorful toys and books, Theo, a curious and energetic 3-year-old, sat on the floor surrounded by his favorite stuffed animals. His nanny, Hazel, a kind and patient young woman, sat beside him with a book in her hands, ready to embark on a magical storytelling journey. Hazel: "Are you ready for a story, Theo?" Theo: "Yes, Hazel! Story, story!" Hazel smiled warmly and began to read from the book, her voice gentle and soothing as she brought the words to life.

Marcel’s brows raised as he saw what the drawer contained. The drawer was filled with different kinds of children’s storybooks. Using his eyes to scan them, he could see that there were more than a hundred story books in that drawer. His eyes widened as she opened another drawer and the same amount of storybooks were stuffed In there. What kind of a four-year-old child reads story books as if they were something else? There were more than two hundred if he would start counting. What exactly was this child? Though he was proud that his daughter could read at this stage.