In case it's passed you by, today is World Book Day so I thought I'd share with you my little bookworm.
It's safe to say that I am a bookworm, I LOVE books. I don't claim to be a connoisseur of literature, in fact I'm far from it, I've not read all the classics like Pride & Prejudice, Jane Eyre or Of Mice & Men but I do like to think I know a good book when I've read one (Let's Talk About Kevin or Chocolat anyone?). I have even joined the BritMums book club to try get me back into reading since I've had Luca, seriously who has the time to read with a child in tow. Anyhow, I digress.
My reading gene seems to have been passed to my child, he loves to look at books and have them read to him. If he finds a book, even a boring, plain, no pictures to look at book, he will bring it to me to read. Magazines, catalogues, big textbooks or small children's books, he's not fussy. He will often wander into his bedroom and fetch me a book from his very own, expanding library. In fact only the other day we spent the morning attempting to read every book he owns. Despite his lack of preference for book type he does have a few favourites, Tiddler, The Highway Rat & Room on the Broom being up there, surely I'm not the only mum to know Tiddler by heart? Julia Donaldson has a lot to answer for in our household.
He will even go off with a book by himself and flick through and he's now started to pretend to read, he will turn the pages and jabber on, it's very cute or get out his nursery rhyme book and sing the songs that match the pictures. I even caught him reading to his Elmo teddy the other day, my heart nearly exploded from my chest.