But last night as he was transported to the Land of Prydain, in Llyod Alexander's The Black Cauldron, a silent tear ran down his small cheek. My daughter, who was reading beside him, was the first to notice.
"What's wrong Ryan?" she asked.
Still looking down at his pages he said quietly, "Taran's best friend just died." He couldn't bring himself to read on. All he wanted was a hug. He came into my arms and laid his head on my shoulder. His tender heart was broken. He didn't even say anything, he simply wanted to be comforted. He was not simply reading the story, he was experiencing it.
How amazing that a book written in 1965 can be found by a 7 year old in 2012 and affect him so. To open up his heart and mind to new experiences and emotions, that's a real magic that authors have the power to wield. I hope I can use it responsibly.
Anne of Green Gables was the first book that brought tears to my eyes. What about you? Which book/books tugged at your heart strings?
On a side note Jess over at Write Skate Dream, has finished her YA novel and is looking for Beta-readers so if your interested, head on over and check out her blog.
Have a great weekend!