Today - a few years later- I can happily report that Middle Sister is a reader. She loves to read, but she might not want anyone to notice that fact. What she reads is completely different than what her sister reads. She is my dreamer, my imaginative child, so it is no wonder that the fantasy genre beckons her. She is also the child who loves a good scare and thrives on suspense.
This summer she has decided to read The Thirty Nine Clues series. Assigned the first book at school, we never heard such whining. Until she got into the book. And now, it is hard to get her to do much else. She knows how to work the system: if she tells me she is reading, I will surely leave her alone. Reading comes before work (at least that is what she believes).
I predict that by the end of summer, this entire series will have been devoured. I'm always on the lookout for something she will enjoy. Her past favorites include:
Stolen Children by Peg Kehret
The True Meaning of Smek Day
Middle School is Worse Than Meat Loaf