It’s a pretty regular part of many peoples childhood experience, being tucked into bed at night while our parents read us a story from our favourite books. The gentle drone of a parents voice reading out these stories filled our heads with imagination, our hearts with comfort, and our souls with a desire to see and experience more. If you remember this being an essential part of your childhood or even part of your every day, then World Read Aloud Day is for you. I love reading the same books to my granddaughter that I read to my son many years ago. I don't remember him being quite so insatiable though.
Reading to the Eldest Unmarried when she was a young 'un was always a joy. Although she wasn't over impressed when I tried to read her The Brothers Karamazov when she was about 7 or 8 .......... I don't think she approved of my Russian accent.
No, it's still sitting alongside Ulysses and a couple of other worthy tomes which I promised myself I'd read ............ someday.
