Why I Read So Slowly
10:15 a.m. The Saturday-morning breakfast rush is past and I’m ready to dive back into the Book Challenge. My 48 hours are ticking away rapidly. I pick up Wise Child, a book I’ve been hankering to reread and which happens, serendipitously, to be the June selection for the Wisteria & Sunshine reading circle—a fact I discovered just minutes ago. I’d been rooting for it.
10:16. Literally one minute later. In comes Huck.
“Mommy, listen!” Hiccup. “You hear it?” Hiccup. “Me got ’cups.”
“You’ve got hiccups?” I echo, putting down my book.
“Yes!” Hiccup. “Hurry, come!” Hiccup.
“Come where?”
“To the kitchen.” Hiccup. “Me hungry.” Hiccup. “Hurry before another ’cup comes.” Hiccup.
He’s hungry. He has spent the last two hours eating.
He points at the package of animal crackers on the counter. “Me need some.” Hiccup.
My book beckons. This’ll buy me five minutes, at least. I dole out a generous handful. I’m back in my room before he’s polished off the first elephant.
10:19. Yes, really. Wonderboy appears in the doorway bearing a huge grin and a new book. My book, in fact. It’s the unbound preview of Fox and Crow Are Not Friends that my editor sent a few days ago. I am always an easy mark for a child’s read-to-me request. When the book in question is one I wrote? Fuhgeddaboudit. I pat the bed beside me. My boy clambers up. Huck joins us midway through Fox and Crow’s first fight, wiping lion crumbs off his face.
10:29. We’ve finished the book. I can’t help but note the discrepancy between the time it takes to read an early reader (ten minutes) and the months I spent laboring over it. But the kids laughed at all the right bits, so my efforts have been amply repaid. The boys migrate toward the foot of the bed; Huck begins wrestling an invisible opponent—perhaps the ghosts of the menagerie he has so recently devoured. I reach for Wise Child once more.
10:29 and 30 seconds. Enter Rose and Beanie. Beanie is brandishing a fat Heroes of Olympus book, groaning in melodramatic anticipation of finishing it shortly and then having to wait until October for the next in the series. Rose warns her against continuing. She’ll regret it, cliffhanging all summer. Beanie points out this is her second time reading the book. She’s been in the delicious agony of suspense for months already.
Huck has noticed that his sisters are somehow failing to focus all their attention on his antics. He steps up his game: he’ll be the lion now, up on all fours, crushing my foot beneath his terrible lion-paw knees, lunging forward to butt heads with Rose. Er, so maybe he’s a goat. My quiet reading haven has become an arena, where the roar of the crowd comes in guffaws, and the defeated lion-goat flops limply on his back in an unnervingly realistic faux death. Even Scott, passing through to deliver clean towels to the bathroom, is impressed by Huck’s convincing corpse impersonation. He stops to admire and prod—and pounces, roaring, on the lion-goat’s exposed underbelly. The girls and Wonderboy are shrieking with laughter. Wise Child falls off the bed.
10:47 a.m. The vanquished lion-goat resumes boy form and trundles off, possibly in search of a bear or zebra to eat. Feigning death works up an appetite. The other kids drift out. Nope, Beanie’s back; she’s curling up beside me, her book open.
“Mom, want to see yet more evidence of why Rick Riordan is a genius?”
Of course I do. (The Lost Hero, p. 6, where Leo Valdez makes the coach’s megaphone say “The cow says moo,” if you’re curious. Well played, Mr. Riordan.)
10:56. Beanie returns her attention to the book. Here’s my moment. I retrieve Wise Child from under the bed and brush off a dust bunny. Where was I?
10:57. I sigh, push the book away, reach for my laptop. This time I can’t read because, it turns out, I have a pressing need to write. I open WordPress, click “Add New Post.” Why I Read So…
At least Beanie can concentrate on her book.
P.S. In the 48 minutes it took me to jot this down, I’ve intervened in two kid squabbles, devoured half a leftover Thai peanut noodle salad, enjoyed Jane’s photos of the Colorado River on my cellphone, admired no less than eleven identical LOST signs for a fake credit card Rilla is desperately seeking, and listened to half a dozen extracts from Let’s Do Nothing, whose art Rilla correctly identified as the work of Bink and Gollie illustrator Tony Fucile based on one character’s facial expression—an observation that so intrigued me I had to confirm it on the Google. This is why reading isn’t the only thing I do slowly.
P.P.S. Wonderboy says he’s hungry.
Joann says:
Good fishing in the Colorado on the Texas side… Not sure about the western side. Or why both rivers have the same name but are seperated by the Continental Divide. 🙂
On June 9, 2012 at 11:23 am
Maureen says:
Bwaha! Your kids are endlessly entertaining. Did you ever get back to Wise Child?
On June 9, 2012 at 11:46 am
sarah says:
I love it, love it! They are like a hundred books being played out before your eyes, in your heart, every day. You are so incredibly blessed.
My only advice would be that, if you really do want to read, come live in NZ, or some other countryside, where you can throw them outside all day long. They will roam and go half-feral, and their lives will be full of Charlottes and magic lakes and trolls in trees, and you’ll be stuck inside doing something as boring as reading a book.
On June 9, 2012 at 1:23 pm
Muttix says:
Your house sounds super fun! Sounds like when my three chits converge upon me. Terrible lion paws? I had to read that part out loud to my sister after she questioned my burst of laughter.
Interesting book you’ve written. I’m super impressed. When/where will it be available for purchase?
On June 9, 2012 at 1:59 pm
Patricia says:
Great account of your morning! I also read very slowly…but for different reasons, I don’t get to really read until everyone is the house is asleep.
On June 9, 2012 at 2:20 pm
tanita says:
I am beginning to wonder how my mother ever read at ALL. The three of us first ones are within two years of each other, so the interruptions must have been CONSTANT… oy.
On June 9, 2012 at 8:37 pm
Sandra says:
Now I remember why there was a time in my life when I could never manage to read more that a short newspaper article or a light magazine piece!
On June 9, 2012 at 9:17 pm
Sarah Stevenson (aquafortis) says:
I don’t even have kids and it seems like my 48HBC period has been comprised of constant interruptions! 🙂 I’m impressed that you’re able to read despite all of that activity.
On June 9, 2012 at 9:53 pm
Carol H Rasco says:
This post is better than any book I have read all weekend and for even longer…gracious, what memories it evokes (in double since I only had two children). Thank you for the post, I have marked it and know I will probably circle round many a time to it! And someday I am going to meet your lovely, fun loving children! (promise?)
On June 10, 2012 at 7:26 am
Melissa Wiley says:
Carol, I’m counting on it! Are you coming out to SoCal for ALA this month? I’ll be there (solo)—you should swing down San Diego way afterward. 🙂 You could meet everyone except my oldest, who is off on a summer adventure in Texas. (That felt so weird to write.)
One of these days for sure!
On June 10, 2012 at 7:44 am
Melissa Wiley says:
@Muttix, Fox and Crow will be published on August 7th. I can’t wait!
On June 10, 2012 at 2:44 pm