Big Boy spends time perusing some shelves of classic fiction in his classroom. Apparently, the teacher inherited this block of books from a previous teacher, and she kind of embarrassingly checked with us about whether BB should even be looking at them. But they're in the classroom, so at least something is right at his very uptight public school. I doubt there are many other kids checking them out.
In any case, he's looked over some H. G. Wells, Robert Louis Stevenson, and today some Poe. He's into the story with the secret code and gold scarab, which would be the very famous "Gold Bug" story. There's also the one about the "vulture eye" ("Tell-Tale Heart," of course), but he's partial to the detective stuff, not so much the horror. I don't think we've even believed he had access to such texts at school, but I'm pretty thrilled. We need to put together a book shelf of all these books I have buried away in boxes and in the basement: Huck Finn, Treasure Island, She, The Time Machine. We're talking beyond Laura Ingalls Wilder and Charlotte's Web here, and I couldn't be happier.
We printed out "Gold Bug" tonight for a copy at home. (My Poe anthology is buried deep in some box.)
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