I get a huge amount of letters from children and from classes of children. It’s lovely to get letters from little children, and also letters from their parents, too, saying how much they even enjoy reading the books. That’s jolly nice.
I remember when reading stories to my children, I used to hide some because I couldn’t bear to read them once again.
But if the parents are enjoying it, the children see that the parents are enjoying it, and it gives them the sort of love of the book, too. And, of course, it’s just so important that time that parents spend with their children just reading a book. Magic.
