Last week in a telephone chat with my mom, I heard in the background one of my grandnieces reading aloud "Green Eggs and Ham". Now I personally believe that book is one of the finest pieces of literature on this planet, and possibly upon other planets as well. So it was fun listening in.
Mom told me she and Dad had been having my niece read aloud for the past week, and I was surprised to hear that she looked forward to it, as this is the same child who had told me just a few weeks prior that reading is "boring". I didn't know what caused the change in attitude, but I was glad to hear it.
Moments later I heard her exclaim, "I did it! I did it! I did it!" My heart did a little happy dance to hear the joy in her voice. It wasn't just pride in her accomplishment - there was excitement and genuine happiness there.
And that set me to thinking. When other children - or even adults, for that matter - claim that reading is "boring", what prompts that feeling? Is it really a lack of interest, or something else?
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