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The stepping stones of imagination

The stepping stones of imagination

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‘What a gift to give, this chance to discover that you can love a book and the characters in it, you can become their friend and share their adventures in your own imagination.

That open democratic space full of thrills, full of excitement and fear, full of astonishment, where your own emotions and ideas are given back to you clarified, magnified, purified, valued...Can I possibly convey the magnitude of that gift?’   Philip Pullman

I texted Tim around mid-afternoon. ‘Costco was good’, I wrote. ‘Got a new drying rack, pancake mix, baby food. Also the complete works of Roald Dahl. Sorry.’

He didn’t reply. He expects that sort of thing when I go to Costco.

There are certain things I am determined to pass onto my boys: table manners, compassion, an inability to listen to Dean Friedman without breaking into interpretive dance. But oh, hobby gods, ye hander-outers of personality traits: please give them books. Even if I have to clobber them once a day with the complete works of Roald Dahl (it’s heavy), I want them to love to read.

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Most of my early memories come from reading. I remember my mum and aunties laughing at me because I’d started saying ‘oh golly’ and eating condensed milk out of the tin with a spoon – I was reading too much Famous Five. I got myself to sleep for about seven years by making up new Prince Caspian stories on the Dawn Treader every night. Once, the end-of-lunchtime bell rang and shocked me out of Drina Ballerina. I’d been reading about how she’d twisted her ankle and wasn’t sure if she could dance anymore. I got up and limped all the way to the door before I remembered that her ankle hurt, not mine. I still do that now – when I read and read for a while, I have to go around touching things to make sure they’re solid. I’ve been sat in another reality so long that I feel like a ghost in my own house.

There’s a book for every mood and movement you can imagine. My comfort food author is Agatha Christie: when your certainties are uncertain and your decisions are unmade, it’s the best thing in the world to get stuck into a detective novel. No matter the variations, or enjoyable tensions along the way, the reader knows one thing, sure as the sunrise: sooner or later, there will come a point at which Poirot will exclaim to himself ‘Ah! What an imbecile I have been!’ And then everyone will be summoned and everything will be explained, and someone in that room is GOING DOWN. A perfect ending. Every time. If only life were the same.

It would be impossible to tell you just how much reading books has done for me. When I was younger I imagined a genie in every sandpit, a door to a secret garden behind every curtain of ivy. It made everything exciting and mysterious. Words were exciting too – the obsession I’ve got with how to communicate so that the person reading it feels something emotional, how to put exactly the right words in the right order to make something beautiful – that came from reading books. It decided my university subject and my career path. It has made me.

And so I want my boys to open their eyes to worlds beyond their own. They will find characters in books that make them want to be better people. They will read books that give them glimpses of what it’s like to live in different countries, extreme poverty or a war zone. They will lose themselves, and find themselves, and find themselves changing. They will always, always know the difference between there, they’re and their. A boy could get an awful long way with a skill set like that.

Rachel Jeffcoat, over and out.

 

P.S.  What kind of books do you enjoy reading with your children?  

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3 Comments

  1. Yes, a thousand times yes. You will like reading if it kills me!

  2. Absolutely! E already asks to ‘read’ his ‘big heavy Thomas [the Tank Engine] book’ all the time. He loves bedtime and naptime stories and will choose his favourites from amongst the bunch. These boys will both read for fun if it kills me…though as their mother’s sons, I doubt it’ll take that much effort. :)

  3. I couldn’t agree more! I desperately want my kids to be readers like my husband and I were when we were kids. At the moment their favourite books actually happen to have hardly any words in them! ‘You Choose’ and ‘Just Imagine’ have thousands of lovely illustrations to get them using their imaginations and talking. As they get older I really hope they will read the books I read as a child… In fact my daughter’s bookshelves are already full of my old books – Famous Five, Mallory Towers, Anne of Green Gables, Swallows and Amazons….
    I may well be setting myself up for disappointment but hey ho, I can dream!

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