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Boys that read

This is a good article about How to Raise Boys Who Read. If you have a few minutes, please read it.

I agree with the premise that boys do not read much because of other media in the form of electronic devices. While we do not have a Nintendo Wii, XBox or whatever else is out there, I have seen the "pull" to computer games with my boys. Their computer and media time is very limited and I could see how too much of it could impact their desire to read.

As to "catering" to boys' tastes . . . in our own experiences, I have seen that as unnecessary. I am a firm believer that good, quality, literature is all the boys need to become engaged and develop a desire to read. I have mentioned this before, but we have read many books as a part of the Sonlight curriculum that I really was not sure that the boys would enjoy. But, these were truly quality pieces of literature, and even though, the content itself may have not drawn them in if it were in a different form, the pure quality of the literature kept them captivated. Plus, there are great, quality books out there that may be more of the genre that will keep boys interested without resorting to "Sir Fartsaolt Hunts the Booger!"

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  1. I read this same article....I totally agree and will not be buying those types of books.

    I used to feel bad that I've not let my kids be on gaming things (there are some kids who are even at my kids ages). Now I do not. :)

    I agree and loved this article.

    Thanks for sharing!

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  2. Absolutely: Great literature need not be gender specific. I remember cheering with my siblings at the end of one of Sonlight's books ...even though that particular title--had it not been written as well--would have been a "girl's book." [smile]

    ~Luke

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