I miss reading. In my previous life, I was an avid reader. It is one of the many reasons I look forward to summer break: time to read. My list of Books To Read is offensively long. My Kindle is collecting dust. Sigh.
Yesterday, I took Maddie and Kate to the public library. They played in the Kid’s Corner for quite a while, and then we browsed the book stacks. We checked out 15 picture books and headed towards the door, eager to get home and read. A book cover caught my eye on the way out. It was Rump: The True Story of Rumpelstilskin by Liesl Shurtliff. I heard a lot of buzz about this fractured fairy tale, and I had been wanting to read it. “Oh well,” I thought to myself, “I’ll add it to my list.” Then, I glanced again. It was an audio-book, actually. Hmmmm…I have an idea.
I started chapter one this morning. It was the quietest ride to daycare we’ve ever had. I didn’t know if Maddie and Katie were still half asleep, or if they were just enjoying the language of the story. Not a word was spoken, other than the expressive voice of the narrator.
Oh, and Katie. During the first chapter, a couple of mean boys are ridiculing Rump, making fun of his name. The narrator spoke, “Happy birthday, butt!”. I heard Katie giggle.
“Appy irf-day butt!”, she echoed.
I guess they were following along…