This past weekend, I went to visit my nephews (and their parents, of course, but frankly they’re not as cute). Now as I’ve previously reported, my nephews know me pretty well by now as a person who reads books. The older of the two, who we’ll call Fidge, has been known to declare to visitors that “Aunts read books.” And on the whiteboard on which they count down sleeps until major events, they art directed a sketch of me with a soccer ball in one hand and a book in the other.
So consider me thrilled to report that my younger nephew, who we’ll call Gus, has started reading memorized bits of his books unprompted, and his big brother Fidge can full on read now, sounding out words he doesn’t recognize and automatically trying to read every word he sees, whether on a book or a street sign or a building. For the first time ever, he read to me a book he hasn’t memorized. I love picture books, but I’ve been eagerly awaiting this stage, when we can start advancing to more complicated stories.
So now I need to advance my book acquisitions beyond picture books. I’m going to stock up on some Amelia Bedelias and Pippi Longstockings. And they need to hear the news that Miss Nelson Is Missing. I’ve been holding a set of Roald Dahl books for at least 3 years waiting for them to be old enough. I’m pretty sure Fidge will be all about the Magic School Bus. Plus it’s probably time to continue the family Laura Ingalls Wilder tradition.
Do you have any favorite post-picture book gems that my nephews and I should dive into?