Over the years, my first book’s readers have told me, “You know, Gina, the only thing that really made a difference for us was sitting down and reading your book, out loud and together.”
I liked the idea of my husband and I reading a book aloud, together. But the last book I’d want to read aloud is that book. Dio Mio! Can you imagine how many drafts I read? Hundreds! And my long-suffering husband…he read every page at least twice.
Instead, we selected a book I’d gifted him for Christmas: Wesley the Owl: The Remarkable Love Story of an Owl and His Girl.
Every Sunday morning, we spend about an hour sitting in the garden, reading, and talking about what we’ve read. “Can you imagine living with a barn owl in your bedroom, for years?” and “Gross. Where did she find all those mice to kept him fed?”
That’s us (above), with my husband, Dr. Goat (below), reading. Our flock of goldfinches feeds nearby. We could swear that, between mouthfuls of sunflower seed, they are listening to story hour. My garden is looking raggedy, stretched beyond it’s drought-tolerant limits. But there’s still a bit of color.
I love this time. We marvel at the lengths the author went to to care for, and learn about, this quirky owl. We learn fascinating details about owl behavior. And we slow…..down.
Have you and your partner tried reading any book aloud? How did it go?