When we were at MrZ’s parents’ house the other night, LilZ found The Girl With The Silver Eyes on their bookshelves. The title sounded familiar to him, so he showed it to me and I freaked the EFF out. I was all, “OH MY GOD. THAT WAS MY FAVORITE BOOK EVAH.” I kinda had some sort of episode and couldn’t stop talking about how much I loved that book. I do the same thing with all of the Harry Potter books, that’s your warning.
[sidenote: I got an “Exceeds Expectations” and LilZ got an “Acceptable” on the W.O.M.B.A.T. test from JKRowling’s site a few weeks ago. Did you take it? What did you get? Both of those are passing grades which is good considering the test was so DAMN hard.]
He brought it home with us and started reading it. I wasn’t sure if he’d like it because he has tried to read a lot of the books I liked from my childhood and hasn’t really liked many of them. He has only just THIS YEAR finally gotten into the Harry Potter books and just now finished book four. (And you thought all this time my Harry Potter obsession was inspired by LilZ, didn’t you?) But, when I asked him yesterday if he liked it so far? He used his “OH MY GOD” voice and was all “It’s SOOO good, Mom,” and spent the rest of the car ride trying to get me to tell him what happens in it.
Hell No. Read it your damn self, son.
This kind of stuff always takes me back to my Dad talking about the best part of being a parent is living things all over again. I feel like I’m getting to enjoy one of my favorite childhood books for the first time, AGAIN. It’s really an awesome thing and makes the spit-up stained clothes and sleepless nights completely worth it.