My neighbor’s child, Z, age 11, takes a trip to the library with M and I the other day. We spend about 45 minutes at the library, and Z wanders around and doesn’t pick out a single book. M get’s a stack together that is about 24 inches tall. Z is shocked that we would pick out so many books at the library. Z then tells me that every single book he reads is boring.
Z says: What usually happens is that I’m assigned a book, I have to read it, and I always think it’s really boring.
Me: Well, has there ever been a book you enjoyed?
Z: (Thinking for a minute, then face lights up) Actually, Yeah! It was called “_____________” (I forget the title now. Gotta ask him for it again)
Me: I’ll try to look that one up on the internet and see if I can find you similar book that you would also like to read.
Z seems interested.
Later, in the car, Z asks me if I always find books that I like at the library, and if I always finish them.
Me: I find a lot of books I like, and some that I don’t. I don’t believe there are any laws that say you have a finish every book you pick up. But sometimes you have to read several chapters of a book in order to tell if you will like it.
The next day, Arp talks with Z a little more about books. He recommends one of his favorite books, Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nimh. He loans Z a copy of the book.
Z, to Arp: After I read the book, are you going to test me on it?
Is there hope? I don’t know.