A couple of months ago, I became aware that my niece had pretty much stopped reading. She was an early reader, but somewhere along the way, she stopped.
Since I am her bossiest auntie, I decided we should have our own book club.
I let her pick the first book (Geronimo Stilton) and we had our first meeting.
I got to pick the second one (The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe). Again she finished it before I did. (Actually, she finished it before I started - as usual, I didn't start right away. I read fast, and I wanted to remember it when we talked about it.)
It's her turn again, and we're reading Ever After High.
I wonder how long it will be before I can make her read From The Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.