Over the Christmas break, my daughter, Josie, was home from college. One day I walked into the living room only to find her curled up on the couch with my favorite book. Yes, she was reading Leaving Cheyenne by my favorite author, Larry McMurtry. I may have squealed with delight.
This is part of a new trend for my daughter. At 19, she is moving away from young adult fiction and coming to my side of the fence. There are no words for the joy this brings me. When she asks me for a book recommendation, I nearly pee my pants with delight.
We have no shortage of books in our house for her to read. With 14 bookshelves and counting, I can always pick a book I love—one that will suit her mood.
While I love her reading my books, what I enjoy most is discussing them with her. I love her insight and take on a particular story. I love hearing her thoughts, sharing mine and debating the finer points of each tale.
This has become an added pleasure of books I never expected. I’ve always loved to read and talk about books. Doing it with my daughter is next level.
The tables have also turned and Josie is now recommending books for me to read. I fucking love this! She knows me as well as anyone and has given me some great recommendations. On the flip side, she knows what I would hate or what would upset me and steers me away from those.
As a mother, I would like to think I have given my daughter a lot of good habits. A love for reading is one of the greatest gifts I think I have given her. The way she reads makes me so proud.
We started reading to this kid the moment they handed her to us in China and have never stopped. We still talk about her favorite childhood books and have them all stored safely away for her children. The Traver family believes reading is everything.
Rarely have we taken a vacation and not brought home new books. I remember one time in Arizona Josie bought a book about the rocks of the West at a gas station. She studied that book our whole trip. That is dedication to the sport.
I know I will never stop buying books. I hope Josie and I continue to share them. We may not always agree, but that is half the fun. When we both love the same book, I’m happy beyond belief to have shared that with her.