The Little Reader

This summer I read The Book of Learning and Forgetting by Frank Smith. He argues that learning is natural and based on the company we keep. We learn to be readers by joining the literacy club, the group of people around us whom we see reading and talking about reading. The day after I'd been up nearly all night writing a reflection on the book for one of my reading classes (and was rushing Phoebe off to daycare so I could get to that class), I heard a little voice from the backseat asking me why I had been writing in my book. Before I could finish my gobbledygook about transacting with the text, she asked for the book and my pen. She opened it to the title page and drew me a balloon (upside down).