I noticed the other day that Z had just finished reading a book called
Into The Land Of The Unicorns ![](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vbI9EhVweAy4VjOx1holpqJXbj7LxMhPgWOF29t5Rw241qyVx_a7zN9w_cOcwR3sBbvoVf69FBqyUlRjgy9ZcO8bfEQQPqTJGRRqrmFhtDVRkRhm7rg8mmewMKCHRti6asv-wWguBVTekRf0GN=s0-d)
. The girl reads so much that it's hard to keep tabs on what she's reading or even where all these books come from. I decided I would read it, just to have an idea if the books she's reading are appropriate for her age.
I read the first couple of chapters, which were pretty intense, and then we talked about them:
Me: Your book is a little bit scary.
Z: It's not scary! It's
exciting. You know nothing is going to hurt Cara because she's the main character.
(Pause)Z: Do you want me to tell you what happens so you're not scared?
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