Why is it that when we grow up, people stop reading aloud to each other? Is it that the pleasure of reading to yourself is assumed to be greater than that of being read to? Two different facets of the same jewel … Poetry, especially – if the reader is a good one – oh, poetry is so juicy when it’s read out loud. Or Green Eggs and Ham. Or Shakespeare: make mine Macbeth! The scene where he wigs out at the banquet!
Read to someone today, or better yet, get someone to read to you.
Out loud, or Read to me, please Friday, Apr 23 2010
Books and School Visits and Writing 11:15 am
Kathe: Nice blog, LOVE your books. …When my kids were young, I used to read to them every nite before bed, & read Dr. Seuss’s “One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish” (their favorite) to them so many times I had parts of it memorized, & can still recite sections of it off the top of my head. Luckily, both kids grew up to be BIG readers, & both have also read your work. Thanks for all the great stories…. — TAD.
I fondly remember GO DOG GO: “Do you like my hat?”
Thanks for the shout-out.
Great blog – love reading to kids too, especially Go Dog Go and other pic books.
Perhaps we’ll see each other at SHU in June?
Wish I could be there – I have to do distance-residency this time around – the logistics just weren’t happening.