“How old was she?” Frances, when she was five, asked me of the lost Lenore. Among many poems that I’ve read with my daughter, The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe really stands out. I haven’t read it to her as often as Prufrock, but it’s a close second. She loves the imagery and theContinue reading “More poetry”
We were leaving a bookstore when my six-year-old daughter’s frantic little voice reached me. Frances excitedly waved a book from her favourite Mo Willems series in my face: It was as if she had always hoped that the author’s characters would develop greater self-awareness. I couldn’t stop myself from giggling.