Reading to my Children

As you may have gathered, I am a keen reader! I love the fact that bringing this blog together has helped me to meet new authors. I have come out of my comfort zone at times and read genres that I wouldn’t usually choose, but it has helped to broaden my preferences.

When Ethan was only a week old (back in 2011) I remember how excited I was to start reading him stories. Every night before bed, I picked a picture book and told him stories that had lots of colour, adventure and imagination. Every night since then without fail we have read a book before they fall into a slumber. From Pip and Posy to The Gruffalo; from The Stickman to Harry Potter. We have read a lot of books over the years and their bookcase is HEAVING with books. We are currently waiting for the 4th Illustrated version of The Goblet of Fire to be released (October) and are getting through David Williams books and The Diary of a Wimpy Kid series.

My love of books has been passed down to them and I love catching them in the act as they pore over their books, escaping to worlds far from here. Ethan has read the first two Harry Potter books on his own, despite reading them twice with me already. Oliver reads the many books he has on planets and space and I love seeing how engrossed they get.

My first book as a child was The Snow Spider by Jenny Nimmo. It was my favourite, but I also loved Roald Dahl. One of my favourites of his was George’s Marvellous Medicine. David Williams has a similar style and I love reading them to my boys.

As I got to my teenage years, I read more books. From romance novels, to horrors. I loved Point Horror books and had many which I enjoyed reading. It was during this time that I came across Anne Franks diary. Real, honest, heartbreaking and yet I related in so many ways to this young girl.

I hope my boys never lose their love of reading, I hope they enjoy the likes of Stephen King, Charles Dickens and Margaret Atwood.