Book Boy stayed home sick from school yesterday. It was nothing major – just a cold – but he was miserable with sneezing and coughing. He spent a good part of the day curled up in bed, reading. He was reading a book called Heck: Where the Bad Kids Go, which I had brought home from work in the old days, when I used to work for Borders. I enjoyed the book when I read it last year, and was glad to see that he had finally picked it up.
Imagine my surprise and pleasure when, in late afternoon, he told me that he had read the entire 304-page book that day! “That’s my boy,” I thought.
But wait, there’s more! He told me how excited he was that there was already another book written in the series, and asked me to reserve it from the library right then. He’s discovering early the joys of “old faithful” authors.
(We also reserved the first book in the Percy Jackson series, which he asked about after seeing the trailer for the movie. I’m hoping he likes it, because I know there are already several written in that series as well.)