I am reading aloud the final two chapters of The Poet’s Dog, by Patricia MacLachlan. Chapter twelve is 2:44 and chapter thirteen is 6:24. I know you will love the ending. Many surprises come into play. Ellie comes to rescue Teddy after the snowstorm, and finds Nickel and Flora.
And, what happened to Sylvan? He was very sick. He knew and understood far more than we realize, even Teddy.
Hang on, grab a tissue, and here we go.
Thank you to all who listened to me read this wonderful book. I hope it inspires you to read aloud. Writers, you need to do this. Reading aloud to others what you have written lights the fire that you set.
The first and only person who read aloud to me was my grandmother, Nan. She was wonderful, and will always be my hero. My next reading aloud moment was in the classroom as a teacher. I was scared. The book was Swimmy, by Leo Lionni. It changed my life. I watched the children as I read the book, and I knew the power of words and stories. Statistics have proven that children who are read aloud to do far better in school than their peers. I didn’t need statistics. I had the children, and I was there to see it happen, every time I read aloud.