Do you remember summer reading books in school? Were you one of those kids that chose the most interesting book to read? Or the shortest? I was one of the ones that chose the shortest possible book... because I didn't like any of them... ever. I need to be entertained to want to read and those books were not entertaining to teenage me, at all.
So I find myself feeling a little deja vu-ish when our second grade curriculum calls for me to read aloud to Gwen one chapter a day out of The Red Sails to Capri by Ann Weil. It is not entertaining for me, at all. I am bored out of my mind! He said this and she said that and talk, talk, talk! Gwen likes it well enough, but it's a little too complicated for her to read to herself :-(
What am I going to do with myself?
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