So parents and grandparents and aunts and uncles can read to them.
So teachers and librarians can read to them.
So they can read to themselves.
So they can fall in love with books.
Which is a way to fall in love with life.
They -- the kids -- are the whole point.
A point driven home today during the annual Literacy Parade at my daughters' school.
It opened with a rousing rendition of Teach Your Children Well, sung by a motley crew of kids, teachers and parents...
Then the parade kicked off with a pledge to read over the summer...
... followed by the class floats, each in honor of a book!
The Lightning Thief, by Rick Riordan
How I Became a Pirate, by Melinda Long
The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, by Kate DiCamillo
Henry and Beezus, by Beverly Cleary
The People of Sparks, by Jeanne DuPrau
The Poppy Stories, by Avi
I could go on but I've far exceeded my "add image to blog" capability here, so I best go lie down.
But you get it, right?
Kids LOVE these books.
They talk about these books.
They celebrate these books.
They remember these books.
Which is, I'll reiterate, the whole point.
(From The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein)