So exclaimed my 12 year old, reading a novel (!!)...the first he is likely to finish. I reviewed The True Meaning of Smekday last February after I read and enjoyed it, and I hoped, since sci-fi is Paul's favorite genre, that he might pick it up and read it. It took a while, but I noticed that he has been "missing" around the house lately, not because he is playing with a video thingy or building with LEGO, but because he has his nose buried in this book.
Mission accomplished: We now have a house full of avid readers. Which is a good thing, as we also have a houseful of books to be read.