Yesterday I bought a copy of that immortal middle-school classic, Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret. I told G she would love it, but she was underwhelmed by my endorsement, so I (re)read it myself and then left it on her bedside table in case she changed her mind.
Just now, I went in to see if she was asleep, and found her deep into the book, reading by flashlight.
"This is pretty good," she informed me.
Yes, yes it is!
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I keep hinting at books I think she'll like, but she doesn't ever trust my opinion anymore. Maybe I'll have to try your idea and just borrow it for myself and let her pick it up.
Works every time. :)
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