A new school year begins in less than 24 hours for us! Truly hard to believe. I’m parenting solo today (The Dean is working), taking the kids up to the Humane Association to finalize our family’s adoption of Mrs. Douglas, getting ready for school, and finishing up the Summer Reading Book logs.
And as always, this caused me a bit of consternation.
Don’t get me wrong – I love, love, love the concept of summer reading, suggested books, book-related projects, and the whole gamut. In my world, the entire summer from start to finish should be spent reading.
However, I must say I think our school district sets the expectations a bit low for this. My kids are going into 2nd grade, and the requirements this summer were that the kids needed to read (or be read to) for a minimum of one hour a week.
Now, I know each kid has different reading abilities and maybe, for some resistant readers, less than 10 minutes of reading per day is all that’s going to happen. But, clearly, I expect more. So my summer reading project was to encourage my kids to do more than what’s expected without turning them into the likes of the kids I went to school with. (I mean, I went to middle school with kids who spent their summers whizzing through the next grade level’s math textbooks, only to start the next school year a grade or two higher than the rest of their peers. Needless to say, such super-achievers made average students like me, the valedictorian of the bottom half of our class, look and feel inadequate, at best. No, I’m not still bitter nearly three decades later … why you ask?)
I also started (and abandoned) Love Falls, by Esther Freud. Yep, you’re right, the author would indeed be Sigmund’s great-granddaughter.
And now, that brings us to today, The Sunday Salon, and a new cat. I’m hoping to have some reading time today with Flies On the Butter, by Denise Hildreth, which I chose for the name and also because it represents (to me) something familiar and different at the same time.
Hope your week is filled with new starts, new beginnings (and of course, new books!)
UPDATE: It’s Sunday evening and I thought I’d catch up on a little reading before “Mad Men.” (Love, love, love that show!) I’m here to announce that I am officially in a Reading Funk. First, the lackluster History of Love. Then, the abandonment of Love Falls. Tonight, Flies on the Butter was the latest book to be cast aside. (A shame, as I liked the title and cover.) In 35 pages, I wasn’t sufficiently hooked by the details of the main character’s Lexus, her Blackberry, or her speeding ticket to continue much further.