Keeping kids well-supplied with books they love is part of Ink Spells' Raison d’Être (note: I really don't know French, in case that wasn't obvious). Which might make you think my home is lined with bookshelves neatly organized and ringed with the whispery sound of paper pages turning (or Nook page-clicks - seriously, what is with that sound?).
The boys have all week off school (I'm on the school board, I approved this, I still don't like it), and there is a lot of video game playing, lego building, and general mayhem in the basement that may involve cats. And I realize (once again) that my boys aren't reading as much as they should. Especially the youngest (Mighty Mite, age 7), who would rather come home and act out a ten player story from Reader's Theatre (a cool read-aloud program at school). Now Reader's Theatre is all kinds of awesome, but Mighty Mite needs to read more of those puppy books he likes, if he's going to keep progressing in his ability to read. Once his reading level gets high enough, he can tackle more difficult reads like The Lightning Thief and Harry Potter, that will keep him turning pages without my constant intercession.
I'm a huge fan of unstructured play time (when do you think I write??), but small consistent slices of time also need to be given to reading, in order for that to become a priority for them. So I'm giving my pre-Thanksgiving thanks for having three bright, beautiful boys that are uniquely wonderful in their skills and talents. And I'm re-dedicating myself to reading to/with them, until they are firmly entrenched readers as well.
I figure it's the best gift I can give them.