Books For Six-year-olds Novels & Stories

she had replied, “I’ve always loved this book.” “When I was six years old,” she said, “I saw a picture that had a great impact on me. It was in a book called ‘The Real Nature Stories’…” Lydia had begun reading the book aloud for our child. I had put a hand on her belly and laughed, “You hear that, little one? Your mother’s telling you stories already! Aren’t you going to grow up to be a big reader!” “Shush!” Lydia had said in mock anger, “I’m reading it aloud for you, too.”

Frank asked, glancing in his direction, and Ivaan turned to face him. “No,” He said and opened the book he was holding in his hand. “You’re reading ‘The Alchemist’? The reading level is grade seven, I think?” Frank said, and he hoped Ivaan would interact more with him. “It’s full of life lessons. Such books give me hope everything will turn out well in the end,” Ivaan said and Frank actually didn’t expect such an answer from a nine-year-old. “I am amazed. Now I know why your mom calls you a wonder boy!” He smiled, but it didn’t have any effect on Ivaan and now Frank was losing patience as they were close to his school.

Fair. Apparently being a baby wasn't a valid excuse. Reasonable honestly. Several minutes later she disappeared. God. Then returned carrying an alphabet book. Fair. A very large alphabet book. Reasonable. The kind usually intended for children who could sit upright. God. Not babies who occasionally sneezed at random. Fair. Then Lily sat directly in front of Peanut. Reasonable. Opened the book. God. And school began. Fair. "A." Reasonable. Peanut stared. God.

“He’s trying to figure out why grown adults find shaking toys so fascinating.” Carmen wiggled the rattle again. “Because we’re fascinating.” Jayden let out a small gurgling sound, his arms flailing slightly as he kicked his legs. Evelyn leaned forward instinctively, steadying him. “Easy, little man.” She reached for one of the cloth books lying beside them and opened it, turning the pages slowly so Jayden could see the contrasting colors, animals, shapes and big, exaggerated faces designed to stimulate developing eyes. “Once upon a time,” she read softly, not because Jayden understood the words, but because he recognized her voice. “There was a very brave baby lion…”

"I'm gonna guess that's not the way his mom remembers it." She smiles and reshelves the book. "That's actually a really sweet book. And if Chance was older, I would buy it right now. But he's turning one." "So?" I follow her as she walks around to another shelf. "So right now he's going to do two things with books… eat them and tear the pages. We'd better get some board books." We spend the next several minutes looking at books that are very obviously written for babies. Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book.

The kind meant for older kids but that August had started gravitating toward because picture books didn't have enough words. "This one is about a robot who wants to be an astronaut." Carter held up the first book. "And this one is about deep sea creatures. Real ones, not made up. And this one—" He pulled out a thick hardcover. "This one is about how bridges are built. It has diagrams." August's eyes went huge. He took the bridge book with both hands like Carter had given him something precious. Opened to the first page where there was indeed a detailed diagram of bridge architecture. "This is mine? To keep?"

Little me was in desperate need for love and affection, she was praying Kennedy and Robert would be a mommy and daddy. Finally came the cake, it was a chocolate cake, what little would say no to a chocolate cake, I had a generous slice that I devoured happily. Next was opening of presents for Robert he had some good ones and others he just closed back the box and gave his friends the third finger making me giggle. I stayed silent watching him open all his gifts giving thanks to each one for the none offending ones, lastly was Kennedy’s gift, it was the book she got from my job. He must he a bookworm like me. My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories.

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.

Thanks to their big brother, they were brighter than the average two-year-olds. Autumn and Maeve were very close to Aiden. He was always protective and attentive to them whenever he was home and had no homework. Aside from playing with his sisters, he sometimes read them books before bed. Aiden had bought the girls books about fundamental gravity, basic mathematics, and simple quantum physics for toddlers. When the girls were eighteen months old, he taught them about atoms, protons, and electrons. At first, the girls could only see balls and circles, but gradually, they could differentiate the names through images. They were baby steps, but he was proud of his sisters.

I should keep calm. His children came, twice before the end of July. They were very happy to see her and vice versa. On the second occasion, Anuri gave both of them story books, beautifully illustrated. Kelechi got Pinocchio and the Beauty and the Beast. Ola got Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella. How happy they were. Of course, someone would guide them in reading the very simple English in which they were written. But merely gazing at the illustrations made them happy. 'Oh, K.C., see Rose dancing with the prince,' said Ola lightly. 'Pooh, see the ugly witch.' She frowned.