The Path to Reading is not Always a Straight Line

I felt a flood of joy at the sight of the text message. 

Ryan is my oldest niece, and as you might imagine, she was showered with books from the moment she was born. 

I would enter their house with green Barnes and Noble bag in hand, and Ryan would totter over, point and say, “Toys!” She called books toys for the longest time. 

We spent hours side by side, flat on our bellies on the floor, surrounded by piles of books. 

Sitting on the couch with my legs off to the side, bent so that they made an upside down v shape, Ryan would sit in the v which she called my “pouch” (like a kangaroo). 

Book after book after book. 

I had no doubt that she would be a lifelong reader. She already was. 

Until she wasn’t. 

Mid-elementary school, she stopped reading. Right around the time she should have been entering the magical reading years of the middle grade novel, she entirely lost interest. 

Book after book was abandoned. 

As a teacher, I had a theory (of course). I’m not going to disparage the literacy program of a school or district in which I do not work. . . but let’s just say what was going on in her classrooms was not the same quality of learning experience that was happening in mine. It was a difficult thing to watch from the sidelines, but that’s another story. 

My strategy was to keep bringing books, keep talking about books, keep encouraging her to read (and be read to). I surreptitiously conferred with her, trying to get to the root of what might be going on. She could read, and she could talk about what she read on a basic level, but she was not connecting with books the way she had as a young reader. 

It almost seemed like a game. “Oh, yeah. . . that book (sly smile). . . I didn’t finish that one.” 

When she abandoned The Hunger Games with a shrug, my suspicion was confirmed. She was not comprehending what she was reading—not at a level of depth commensurate with the complexity of the text. It’s one thing to set that particular book aside because it’s disturbing (totally valid). But to spend weeks reading it incredibly slowly and then to peeter out mid-way with the excuse that it’s just not interesting enough is a red flag. A boring book The Hunger Games is not.

Flash forward to the text message in my hand. Ryan, now twelve, has found herself as a reader, and she’s actively seeking out what she wants to read (currently, it’s dystopian fairy tales). She’s inhaling YA novels, and I love that she’s both taking and giving book recommendations—that’s what readers do! I recognize that same light in her eyes from when she’d spot a bag of new picture books from 50 feet, only now it’s book after book after book that she picks out. 

“You bet,” I text back. “I’ve been wanting to read The Cruel Prince. Can’t wait to hear what you think of Stepsister!” 

Today is day six of the Slice of Life Challenge on Two Writing Teachers Blog. Join us in sharing a slice of life every day in the month of March!


  1. MegMcCormick

    I loved your use of spacing to emphasize your points. Although I don’t have any nieces or nephews (yet) to model reading for, I felt this pain as a 6th-grade teacher when I saw my past students’ reading drop off in 7th and 8th grade. Persistence and the right choice of books is always key!

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