I vividly remember the utter joy of being able to read WHATEVER I WANTED TO READ. The last day of school was the best—visiting the school library where librarian Mrs. Hayes had bowls of peppermints on the tables; choosing books, old beloved ones and new ones, to take home; carrying them piled in the crook of my arm in sweet anticipation.
Ten days to read. Ten days to be lost in other worlds, turning page after page. Ten days of paradise that could only be made better if it should snow.
Every child needs the wild, free reading time to adventure and explore new books. So let go of “structure.” Let go of “improving.” And for ten days, let your imagination roam.
Happy Holidays, and Happy Reading. And may you have snow!