So I posted a bit about this on my Book of Faces page, but I have to tell the full story here of my little one and her love of books – because you need to hear this story. And because it makes a Mama Writer’s heart proud.
I recently turned 31 (yay me!) and my sweet grandmother sneaked a Target gift card into my birthday card. She’s a sneaky sweet old lady. So anyway, Mike was out of town last night and, me being my irresponsible self, I hadn’t eaten any lunch and had no plans for dinner. And then I was struck with an idea!
I picked the Minty Ninja up from school and we went home for a bit so I could get some work done before going out for a very early dinner to one of her favorite places to eat:
After [early] dinner at Chili’s, I asked MN if she’d like to accompany me across the street to go shopping. Of course she’s always down for shopping, especially when we go to Target. “I love Target!”
Ha! No, that’s not me. I’m neither that svelte nor that posh when discount store shopping. Anyway, I went to go blow my b-day money on fun stuff. I got earrings and sparkle bracelets for our German Sparkle/Mardi Gras/Chinese New Year/Laser Party party this weekend.
I also found this:
That’s right! It’s a pink (!!!) clutch with Brainy Babe glasses on it, reminiscent of my publishing logo:
Yay! Total win. But I digress.
So while at Target, I decide to stop by the book section (surprise). I picked up Etiquette & Espionage by Gail Carriger and I’ll have a review of it up soon on my GoodReads page, but while walking around, MN found a display for the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books.
I think a chorus of angels sings in my daughter’s head the second she sees one of these books. I mean, seriously. She becomes entranced by the mere sight of them; stops dead in her tracks and practically starts salivating. So we started talking about them and she tells me all about the volumes she’s read – about 3 of the 7 – and then she tells me which ones she owns a copy of. Of course I already know this since I’m the one who bought them for her, but I’m not going to squelch book excitement for anything.
In the course of our discussion, we determine that she neither owns nor has read the third book in the series Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw.
If there’s one thing I can’t resist, it’s indulging my kiddo’s love of reading. And, well, they’re all of $10 (oh, I’m sorry, $9.99) each so I looked at her and asked, “Do you want this for an early Valentine’s Day gift instead of candy?” I was going to spend at least that – if not more – on chocolates I was just going to eat half of anyway.
“Oh yes!” She says and jumps on me to give me a hug. “I can have candy any time. I love these books!”
Then she started talking about making a shelf in the library dedicated to her copies of the Wimpy Kid books, and I told her that we certainly have room and she should do it. She carried the book through the store and lovingly laid it on the conveyor belt at checkout. Once it was in the bag – along with my b-day swag – she picked it up so we’d be sure to get it, and she even started reading it when we were in the car.
I don’t know what it is about these books that she loves so much, and I know she’s not the only kid who’s mad for them, but they’re like literary catnip for her. There will be plenty of times to come during which she’ll be forced to read Dickens and Melville and Willa Cather and the other snooze-worthy classics. Why not give her that angelic chorus now? Or, you know, trumpets: