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The Power of a Bedtime Story

6th March 2013

pg1Oh, reading aloud. You were my blessing and curse in school. I was that kid squirming around in English as we read Flowers for Algernon, desperately hoping the person reading would just. read. faster. Those days of reading aloud were torture and sheer bliss. Because as that person struggled over the pronunciation of words (my 6th grade inner snob appalls me), I was reading way ahead, only turning back when the person in front of me began their page. Then I’d go through my page, looking for any words whose pronunciation I was unsure of and getting ready for my moment.

Dorks are easy to please.

And my moment would come, and I’d read my page, my cheeks hot from the pressure, pacing myself, thinking of how I could make this story sound better before the page would turn and the yoke would pass to the student behind me.

When I taught ESL, those days came back to me. The first semester, I thought I would die of boredom as students slowly, painstakingly read through the class readers. And believe me, I know how horrible that sounds. I absolutely adored those students, but I didn’t magically have more patience with slow reading, though I tried. My saving grace was seeing how much they enjoyed reading. And suddenly I could pick out the “me” in the classroom, that fidgeting student, flipping through the book, glancing around with a pained expression as someone mispronounced a word, volunteering to read if I ever asked. We’d wrap up a chapter, and I’d give them their outside reading assignment, but one particular day, they all groaned. Thinking they were upset with the homework, I asked, “What?”

“We want to keep reading.”

That, my friends, is the power of a good book.

Like many of you, bedtime stories were my first introduction to the world of reading. My mother had a cache of books tucked away, special books for which she would produce voices and sound effects. One of my favorites at that young age was The Monster at the End of This Book, a fantastically fun children’s book featuring Grover. She has since passed that book on to my cousin, who, for weeks, walked around saying the last line: “Oh, I am so embarrassed,” mimicking my mother’s intonation perfectly. Goodnight Moon, one of the most famous children’s books, was foremost on the shelf in my bedroom for many, many years. Then there were the Berenstein Bears, a small bear popping too much popcorn on Halloween, and Clifford. One of my favorite baby shower presents is a combination of these books, ready to be read to a new little one.

But the act of reading to children isn’t as common as most readers would think. Ask any elementary school teacher, most children love story time, craving it, sitting with crossed legs, leaning forward, swaying tiny bodies to and fro to catch every last glimpse of the illustrated page before the teacher turns it to the next. Many of those children don’t have parents who read to them, who make sure each night ends with an imaginary world. And how can I criticize? I don’t have children, and they seem endlessly exhausting. These days, I barely have time to read my own bedtime story before my eyelids begin to droop.

But those bedtime stories have stuck with me the last few weeks, in part because today is World Read Aloud Day. But I also read two essays in the last few weeks that brought about the theme for this post, one by Cassandra Neace, “Remembering They Were Readers” about going through her father and grandfather’s bookshelves and another by Rainbow Rowell, “Learn to Read, Kid, But Don’t Fall in Love.”

Both are beautiful testaments to the reading life.

My own reading life has been a beautiful thing, and I’ve often said that just as you have great writers, you also have great readers. I am the latter. (There’s that snobby 6th grader again.) I say this, though, because I can’t take credit for it. Those bedtime stories weren’t just picture books read to me when I was 2 and 3.

During summer breaks, Mom would take us to the library where we’d load up on books, me taking pride in bagging the limit. Summer reading contests? Please. The Ravey family had those all tied up. But even more memorable was the one book we’d choose to read as a family at night, Dad included. We’d sit in the living room, Mom and Dad on the sofa, my brother, sister, and I sitting at their feet. They’d take turns reading to us. The books we read as a family have stayed in my memory, redolent of safe, fun evenings, the smell of soap and strawberry shampoo filling my nose. Madeline L’Engle was a favorite. I first read A Wrinkle in Time on my own, but we read it as a family later. The Emperor’s Panda- though I can’t recall anything of the story (scenes flit through my head, but I can’t make any connections) – I remember adoring it. James and the Giant Peach. Just as now, the books and stories were important, but more important was the time we spent, no television on, no cell phone interruptions (if you called after 8 p.m., you were either rude or had an emergency).

My family is still close, and we still share books. We don’t sit together and read them aloud (we’re not that dorky), but we pass them on to one another, my sister berating me when I haven’t read a book she just loved, my dad telling me he doesn’t have enough time as I hand him a book and then raving about that same book he had absolutely no time to read. My brother bemoaned the decline in his own reading, and my parents got him a Nook Glowlight for Christmas, for long subway rides. He’s the one who handed me The Talented Mr. Ripley last summer. My mom and I have remained the biggest readers in my family, and discussing books isn’t anything out of the ordinary.

I feel imminently blessed by this. I know plenty of people started their blogs because they had no one bookish in their own lives. I know some readers don’t discover the world of books until much later in life. My own ESL students shared their experiences, telling me that in some of their countries, fiction just doesn’t exist, and they certainly aren’t encouraged to read it. So stories like The Tale of Two Cities, which most American students would abhor, are magical to them, and I came to treasure the days we read aloud in class, watching their faces as the story unfolded.

And that magic is what it’s all about. As Rainbow Rowell said in her post, “People who fall in love with books never really stop falling.”

Thank God.

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World Read Aloud Day 2012

7th March 2012

I am so excited for today’s post and have been looking forward to it for a couple of weeks because today is World Read Aloud Day: Change the World, Story by Story.

LitWorld has this to say about WRAD:

Worldwide at least 793 million people remain illiterate.

Imagine a world where everyone can read…

World Read Aloud Day is about taking action to show the world that the right to read and write belongs to all people. World Read Aloud Day motivates children, teens, and adults worldwide to celebrate the power of words, especially those words that are shared from one person to another, and creates a community of readers advocating for every child’s right to a safe education and access to books and technology.

By raising our voices together on this day we show the world’s children that we support their future: that they have the right to read, to write, and to share their words to change the world.

Thankfully, I grew up in a household where books were always important. My mom and dad both love to read, and not only did my mom read and do great narration when she read to us, but in the summertime, we also chose a family book and read from it each night. These are such special memories for me. So, in honor of World Read Aloud Day, I asked my aunt if she would let me share my cousin’s newfound love of books in a video. My mom read her The Monster at the End of This Book by Jon Stone and illustrator Michael Smollin a few weeks ago, and she’s officially in love. Ella even got her own copy for her birthday and didn’t really want to open her other presents. She walks around saying, “Oh, I am so embarrassed” – her favorite line from the book. So here we are, Ella and her Gigi, reading The Monster at the End of the Book. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you take a chance to check out LitWorld and its message and consider making a donation.

I know. Cuteness overload. 🙂 So what’s your favorite book to read aloud or be read aloud?

P.S. I love listening to books, and Audible is a convenient, relatively inexpensive way to do that. Right now they are having a special where you can join for $7.50 for the first three months. You get one credit for an ebook each month. If you’ve ever priced audiobooks, you know that’s a deal. Plus, right now they’re running a $4.95 sale for members only. It would be a great time to join up!
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