Cinder turns eleven–tomorrow–and this is the first year that he would call himself a reader. And he still reads nowhere near as well as his eight-year-old sister–who’s powering through a chapter book or two a day–or, I expect, if we had him tested, “at grade level.” And given a choice, he prefers to be read to or to listen to an audio book than to work through a book himself still. But I’m so chill. So chill, you don’t believe me. I know you don’t, cause sometimes you–some of you–tell me so. So yes. There’s a secret reason why I’m so chill. But I’ll tell you. In pictures. Come on.
This is what you see when you walk into our living room:
That bottom shelf, that’s one of two library books shelves. It looks empty-ish, because the rest of the books are… well, you’ll see soon.
and the next one:
Across the room is my secret murder shelf:
(My favourite bookshelf in the house, so I’ll tell you what’s on it: mostly Agatha Christie, Ngaio Marsh, Rex Stout, and Raymond Chandler, sharing space with P.G. Wodehouse, Jane Austen, and the Anne of Green Gables books. And, most prominent, Flora’s Picture Speller for Young Writers, which she uses to help her play Scribblenauts and craft in Minecraft. Because loving books and loving videogames are not two incompatible traits, mamas.)
But this is not the full secret. Or even the most important part of the secret. Come on. This is the really important part. This is the bookcase in Cinder and Ender’s room:
…and these are the books currently living in Ender’s bed:
…in Cinder’s bed:
…under Cinder’s bed:
…and between the beds:
Vordak the Incomprehensible: How To Grow Up and Rule The World is a terrific, slightly evil book for Cinders. If you have a Cinder in your life, introduce him to it. Although at your peril…
Want to come visit Flora’s room? The secret continues there too. First, step over this one:
Don’t sit on this one:
or this one:
But apparently you can sleep on/with this one:
…and this one:
… and, of course, as any Bone fan well knows, this one:
There’s more. So much more. But I left this in the kitchen:
…and I need to get back to it.
I was actually thinking of taking some time today to put at least some of these books back on their shelves… but you know what? I’m gonna read–to myself, and then to my kids–instead.
P.S. On Nothing By The Book this week, we defend Facebook. Check it out: Tongues Off My Facebook.