Do not, under any circumstances, let your 9 year old read Les Miserables, or to your 12 year old to read To The Lighthouse, no matter how advanced you think they might be.
Les Misérables is so long, I can't even imagine picking it up to read at 9.
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Do not, under any circumstances, let your 9 year old read Les Miserables, or to your 12 year old to read To The Lighthouse, no matter how advanced you think they might be.
Les Misérables is so long, I can't even imagine picking it up to read at 9.
I was 11 when I read it, and enjoyed it very much. I even took to calling myself Cosette in my more dramatic moments.
The book that I picked up at 8 that wrecked me emotionally was Watership Down.
Do not, under any circumstances, let your 9 year old read Les Miserables
No problem, I'm thinking of getting her a copy of Upton Sinclair's The Jungle instead.
No problem, I'm thinking of getting her a copy of Upton Sinclair's The Jungle instead.
BWAH! Hope you're prepared to have a newly-created vegetarian at your table tonight!
I first read Animal Farm at five, and read it over and over again with great pleasure for the next year and a half. At some point it occurred to me that there was something dodgy going on in the narrative, and somewhere around my seventh birthday I thrust it back at my mom and said bitterly, "You can take this back. I'm not going to read it anymore. It's not really about animals at all."
Not to mention that Hugo's vocabulary is notoriously huge. But I wonder if translation somehow mitigates that.
I read Les Mis in middle school, so I was probably 10 or 11. I loved it.
See, Jess and I have it in common.
I don't remember any huge words that weren't easily figureableoutable due to context. I am sure a lot of the revolution stuff went over my head, but the individual stories were what enthralled me.
I am sure a lot of the revolution stuff went over my head, but the individual stories were what enthralled me.
Oh yeah, I'm sure there was a ton of politics I was missing, but I loved it anyway. I even read most of the random digressions (100 pages on the sewers, whee!)
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