A few Christmases back, my father-in-law gave me one of the best gifts of my life—a beautifully illustrated copy of all the Chronicles of Narnia. I can’t wait for my daughter to be old enough to sit on my lap and look at the pictures as I read the stories aloud to her. In fact, I found no reason to wait.About a month ago, I started reading The Magician’s Nephew aloud to her as she played around me. Her attention span currently lasts about ten seconds (she’s not quite one year old), but she did occasionally sit on my lap and look at the pages. Sometimes she played long enough that we got a whole chapter read, sometimes I only read a paragraph, but we finished reading it yesterday.
There is no need to say that I loved it—my childhood copies of the Chronicles of Narnia are in tatters. But even though she’s too young to understand it yet, I enjoyed reading the words out loud to my daughter and talking with her about what was happening in the book. Well written books are always enhanced by being read aloud—and I love having a child to read to so I don’t feel silly reading out loud to myself.
Today we’ll begin reading The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. I hope that these books turn into fond childhood memories for her, just as they are for me.
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