We just got back from the extended part of our L&L vacation. My kids take swordfighting/adventure classes at a place called Guard Up, in a neighboring town. The kids are friends with the other kids in the classes (they all went to the residential summer camp together this year), so they really look forward to their time at Guard Up. Today after the class, one of Kim's friends (who goes to public school) was going to have another class later in the afternoon & invited Kim to attend (as a member, Kim can visit other classes, so long as they are not full). The only thing was that there was an 1/2 hour gap between classes, so they asked if we could go to the nearby Barnes & Noble to look for new manga.
When we got to B&N, the kids ran excitedly into the building & headed straight to the manga section. Mere minutes later they came gliding down the escalator, arms full of books. They happily hunkered down in the cafe to read until it was time for me to bring the girls back to Guard Up (Shaun opted to stay at B&N). As I drove back, Kim asked M if she was enjoying being back to school. M immediately replied in a frustrated voice, "Oh, no! I hate it! I have to read this book & write a report on it!" Kim replied , "Oh, that's awful! Well, not so much the reading part, but the report - bad!"
Here was a girl who loves to read, borrow & share books with Kim, but complains about having to read for school. She didn't like what she was being forced to read & certainly didn't want to spend more time on it by writing about it, too. Thankfully she hasn't lost the spark that the joy of reading can bring to a person. If only she could spend more time reading the books she loves.