One of my earliest memories is of lying in my bed with my mother sitting on the side reading to me. The story I remember most was from a big book of bedtime stories, it featured a little girl who wasn't being very nice to her Mummy or her sisters. One day she went for a walk in the woods and found a tree stump that was hollowed out and filled with rainwater. She looked in it and saw her reflection, she was a pretty little girl. She went to the tree stump every day when she was sulking and she always saw the pretty little girl looking back at her.
But one day she went to the tree stump and instead of the pretty girl looking back at her there was a wizened old witchy woman. She gasped and asked who she was and what was she doing in the tree stump. The witchy old woman said that she was the true reflection of the little girl because the little girl was horrible and mean and had to mend her ways. This sufficiently shocked the girl to go home and be nice to everyone. Then the next day she went to the tree stump and there was a pretty little girl smiling back at her.
I loved this story, I would ask my Mum to read it to me every night, I expect for my Mum it became a little bit like one the various stories my girls have become fixed on. It was probably a pretty good 'go to' for her after a long day.
I still love reading, but these days I get far less time to do it. But my friend Lucy leant me a book called "This book will save your life" by AM Homes. I have read the first paragraph. I have had the book for 3 weeks. That's about 3 sentences per week. Not bad going.
I think it's unlikely that I'll get to finish the first page let alone the book.
Tilly saw the cover and decided it was most definitely for her. The 'donup book'. She held it in her little hands and started to 'read' it.
"Once 'pon time, there was a pink donup, a brown donup, a ...a...a...Mummy what that colour?"
"Sort of white, it's got cream on it."
She opened the book and talked merrily about donuts for a few more minutes. I asked for my book back before I took her up to bed but she wasn't relinquishing it. She took it to bed with her.
Maybe it will save her life.
But one day she went to the tree stump and instead of the pretty girl looking back at her there was a wizened old witchy woman. She gasped and asked who she was and what was she doing in the tree stump. The witchy old woman said that she was the true reflection of the little girl because the little girl was horrible and mean and had to mend her ways. This sufficiently shocked the girl to go home and be nice to everyone. Then the next day she went to the tree stump and there was a pretty little girl smiling back at her.
I loved this story, I would ask my Mum to read it to me every night, I expect for my Mum it became a little bit like one the various stories my girls have become fixed on. It was probably a pretty good 'go to' for her after a long day.
I still love reading, but these days I get far less time to do it. But my friend Lucy leant me a book called "This book will save your life" by AM Homes. I have read the first paragraph. I have had the book for 3 weeks. That's about 3 sentences per week. Not bad going.
I think it's unlikely that I'll get to finish the first page let alone the book.
Tilly saw the cover and decided it was most definitely for her. The 'donup book'. She held it in her little hands and started to 'read' it.
"Once 'pon time, there was a pink donup, a brown donup, a ...a...a...Mummy what that colour?"
"Sort of white, it's got cream on it."
She opened the book and talked merrily about donuts for a few more minutes. I asked for my book back before I took her up to bed but she wasn't relinquishing it. She took it to bed with her.
Maybe it will save her life.
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