Georgia loves to read. She’s not even 9 yet and she’s chewed through the first three Harry Potter books. When she goes to the library, she always checks out as many books as she can and usually reads a couple of them by the time she gets home. The other day, she brought home a book as big and as thick as many that I’d read. She finished it in one day.
So, it was time
Look closely. Can you tell what she is reading? Here’s a few sentences to help.
Up jumped Bilbo, and putting on his dressing-gown went into the dining-room. There he saw nobody, but all the signs of a large and hurried breakfast. There was a fearful mess in the room, and piles of unwashed crocks in the kitchen.
That’s right, she’s reading The Hobbit. And so far, she can’t put it down. I’d lie if I said I didn’t get a tear in my eye when she said that Hobbits don’t normally like adventure except for the Tooks, and that Bilbo had some Took in him and was excited when he saw the map.
Life is good.