We have been reading chapter books with Thomas for about a year now, and I must say that having the chance to revisit some of these classic books and seeing them through the eyes of a little guy experiencing them for the first time has to be one of the best perks of parenthood so far. It had been so long since I’d actually read the WInnie-the-Pooh books, for instance, that I had totally forgotten how awesomely funny they are. And Pippi Longstocking, a favorite of mine from movies as a kid, is even better in the book. We’ve done lots of the other expected reads, and right now we’re right in the middle of The Hobbit.
Thomas is loving it, and I have to admit that I take much delight in the fact that he cannot resist the pull of a cliffhanger chapter-ending. Tolkein, of course, is a master of the cliffhanger, and no matter how long we’ve been reading, he begs to read “just a little bit more” every time we finish a chapter. I feel pretty sure that he has many nights of under-the-covers flashlight reading ahead of him, as soon as he admits that he can actually read.
We just finished the part of The Hobbit where Bilbo saves all his friends from the giant spiders of Mirkwood. (shudder.) When Bilbo and the dwarves (well, all but Thorin) were safe, Thomas interrupted me to say:
“Mom, I think I figured it out. In this book, whenever it seems like Bilbo and the other guys are going to die, they aren’t really going to die. They always find a way to escape. They have already escaped from the trolls once, and the goblins twice, and the wolves once, and the spiders once. I think they are always going to be okay.”
I guess I’ll have to stop asking him “what do you think is going to happen?!?” whenever Bilbo is in a tight spot. He’s already figured it out, and he’s pretty much right.