So imagine my frustration when I discovered my boys didn’t share my love of reading. It took a long time for my No 1 son, who is now 10, to discover the wonders of books. Now when he stays awake later than he should, reading in bed long after the light should have been turned out, I secretly take pleasure in the fact, whilst pretending to be a little stern about him missing out on vital hours of sleep. He’s probably still a little behind his peers in his discovery of series of books. But I just enjoy the fact he now reads because he wants to, not because he has to.
A very helpful lady at Waterstones suggested a few books for him and he’s currently reading the ‘Barry Loser’ series. I think it is the most he has enjoyed reading possibly ever. When he finishes them I don’t know quite what I’ll do!