It all started with a plate of cookies.
The smell of cinnamon and sugar lured my 8-year-old into the kitchen. "Only one," I told him as he reached across the counter. "They're for my book club."
"I wish I had a book club," he muttered, looking longingly at the cookies.
I chuckled and then half a second later thought Why not? I'd been looking for ways to rekindle his love of reading. Maybe this would help.
I pitched the idea to a few friends who decided to give it a try. We grabbed copies of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, picked a day to meet up, and snuggled in with our kids for bedtime read aloud time. And guess what . . . it worked!
Six months later our group of four kids had grown to nearly a dozen as word spread and new friends were invited. Since that first meeting, we've learned magic tricks, read poetry, eaten "fried worms," walked on eggs, defied gravity, and best of all, created lasting memories.
Our book club meetings have become a treasured activity. And we're excited to have new adventurers joining the journey. All it takes is your imagination.
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