I'm still thinking about The Reading Promise. As I was reading this book, I was captivated, but I also kept having to stop because Alice Ozma's story of how she experienced her father was so moving to me. Even when he was embarrassing her to death, as parents so often do, or even when she had to adapt herself to his idiosyncrasies to her own inconvenience, her love and respect for him persisted-- and persist to this day. The story takes us past their reading streak and on to Mr. Brazina's empty-nest literary life, further emphasizing Ozma's reverence for his literary gifts. It's just the most lovely response to an unconventional childhood I have ever read.
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