Two weeks ago, I took you on a tour of our bookshelves and the books scattered throughout the kids’ bedrooms–books left wherever they are being read… books being read everywhere, available everywhere–jointly, the secret (not-so-secret) reason I never thought of Cinder as a “reluctant” reader or worried that he wouldn’t learn to read. Here are a more places in our house where books live:
The “crap” cubby in the kitchen, to which I move the things crowding the kitchen table when it’s time to eat:
Under the filing box on the kitchen bench by the window (best place to sit and read on a sunny afternoon):
On the chair:
On the floor (Flora was reading this one to Ender while he played with his dinosaurs):
By the computer, of course, amongst DVDs and audiobooks:
In the basket of stuff that needs to go upstairs:
On the crash mat by the patio door (yes, we have a crash mat in the living room; also a trapeze bar and gymnastics rings–if you have a Cinder and an Ender, you do too):
There are also books in nooks:
And books beside notebooks (I totally crush on Tim Ferriss; now you know):
Books under boardgames:
And of course the pile of books ready to read by the couch:
Oh, and did I mention, there are also three ereaders in the house?
I like it when the books are all beautifully organized on their shelves. Every few weeks, I go through the house and gather them all up and sort them into their various categories and put them back in their proper places. (I generally do this when I have a pressing work deadline yet also a desperate desire to procrastinate…)
But I like it very much when our shelves look like this:
… because books want to be read.