I can't look at Where the Red Fern Grows without crying. I kept asking my son if he wanted to talk about the book as he was reading it and that I was here if he needed me. He kept telling me I was nuts. He handed me the book when he was done and put his hand on my shoulder and gave me the saddest look with tear filled eyes and said I was right. It was a sad book. I tried to engage him in conversation about it but he was like...I am okay. And then that was the end of it.

...reading is pleasure, not just something teachers make you do in school.~B. Cleary