I brought this book home from the library for Julia before Christmas, when she was obsessively rereading Charlotte’s Web.
She wouldn’t even open the darn thing. Then earlier this week, the book showed up on our coffee tabl bearing the barcode of her school library and bookmarked at a spot that suggested she’d read most of it that afternoon. I asked her why she was reading the book now, having been totally uninterested just a few months ago. She closed the book patiently (keeping her thumb on the page), looked at me, and said, “I guess I’m just older now.”