When we bought the piano this past winter, my kids took to YouTube for instructions on how to play their favorite songs. It was funny to see what songs they chose, as each choice reflected their individual personalities. 

X immediately learned all the theme songs to his video games: Zelda, Tetris, Plants vs. Zombies. He also learned Happy Birthday, and the pop song, “Payphone”

C learned “A Thousand Years”, by Christina Perri, and “Medicine”, by Daughter, both pop songs she could sing along to.

G (my 3 year old) learned to play one note at a time, softly, after we all desperately made an effort to keep him from banging as many keys as he could hit loudly at once. 

K learned the theatrical theme songs for The Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter and it was the Harry Potter theme song that started it all. 

Suddenly, our house felt cozy and warm, full of visions from Hogwarts and the Weasley’s house, and a sort of Harry Potter fever began to grow in all of us.

The girls came home from the library bookstore triumphantly with hardback versions of the 3rd, 5th, 6th, and 7th Harry Potter books, having secured them for $1 each, and feeling pretty good about it.

Not soon after, we started purchasing the movies on Amazon to watch at home, but after watching the first four, we realized they were still a bit too scary for the boys, so we stopped with the movies. Luckily, I had the 5th book available for reading. Which is exactly what I started doing. 

I’d like to step to the side here and tell you that I am not a huge fiction reader. I am rarely drawn to fiction books in any way. But show me to the non-fiction section of any given bookstore, and I’ll light up. I feel like a kid in a candy store! I love to learn new things. 

But when I AM convinced to pick up a fiction book for some reason or another, I am completely useless until it is over. Whereas non-fiction can be taken in pieces as I contemplate the concepts, I will read a good story non-stop from beginning to end.

Well, this creates a problem when the book is 700 pages, because I’m not a speed reader. K can read a 700 page book in 2 hours (this is NOT an exaggeration), but it takes me days. So I have essentially been useless and sleep deprived for the last 4 or 5 days because The Order of The Phoenix has swallowed me whole. Luckily, I can read while the boys swim, so they’ve at least gotten out of the house.

Last night I finally finished the book and am determined NOT to start the next one, which is fine, because I totally know what happens.

In the non-fiction world, I am excited to listen to “Blink” by Malcomb Gladwell on Audible, but I can do that while I drive and do household things. Like I said, non-fiction is much more manageable for me, and Malcomb Gladwell has become one of my new favorites.

How about you? Fiction or non-fiction? An interesting fact to know about each other, don’t you think?  

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