Yes, yes, I know, your kid’s been engrossed in books for years. You can hardly get his nose out of the latest series. She reads at the dinner table. The pages are practically bursting into flames, she blazes through them so quickly. Amazing.

Well. Not Ella.
At least, not until now.

She’s always been an advanced reader – but, in an ironic twist of fate, that skill never translated into an actual desire to read. It just wasn’t her thing.

But now, all of a sudden, she’s become hooked on The Boxcar Children series and has read four of them in a week — the latest in less than twenty-four hours. In the morning before she comes down for breakfast? She’s reading. After school, instead of playing outside? Reading. And last night, when she was already supposed to have turned off her light, I heard giggling from her room and walked in to find her like this, almost physically unable to put the book down.

Tonight, she said she’d turn off her light… But when I walked by her room, I noticed a faint glow – and discovered her reading via flashlight.

Our defiant little rebel.
Mama is so proud.