Reading Is Fundamental, But What About Fake Reading?

While in Santa Cruz this weekend, Elliot found a paperback copy of "The Hobbit" in my old room.

"That's not the kind of book you're going to like," I said. "There are no pictures."

"I can read it," he said. Elliot sat down on the bed and opened the book.

"Fine, what does it say?" I said.

He stood up. "I need quiet so I can read!"

Elliot marched out of the room, went into my dad's office and shut the door.

He emerged five minutes later, with the book under his arm.

"It had a lot words," Elliot said. "I liked it, though."