On the right reading material

For a few months now, I've been concerned about C's reading material. Not that he doesn't read, he does. But his choice of reading matter, to my mind, leaves much to be desired. It's either these deathly tedious Bionicle novelisations or he re-reads various books in the Harry Potter series.

But I finally weaned him away with a good "boy" book - one I had read myself at roughly that age. I led him to Judy Blume's Tales of A Fourth Grade Nothing, and quicker than even I expected, C was chuckling away at the antics of Fudge and Peter. Needless to say, I was triumphant.

"Judy Blume is 300 percent better than MAD Magazine," I told T. Although C has said he laughs louder at the MAD. Oh well.