I am a firm believer in book attachment, as I have shared before:
As a young mum, I discovered the value of comfort reading for fractious toddlers and stressed-out parents. One afternoon, I telephoned my mum in desperation,
"The girls have been taking it in turns to cry all day. I am tearing my hair out! I've tried everything! Nothing's helped!"
"Try sitting down and reading a book together."
"Really?"
I wasn't convinced.
I can't remember which books we chose, but when we snuggled up on the sofa together and started to read, calm descended. It was comfort reading, pure and simple. The memory of that moment is still fresh in my mind, 16 years on.
Where are today's children finding their comfort reading opportunities? Where are they learning the soothing strokes of what will become their well-loved, old favourites? Comfort reading rarely comes from one-off, fast food grabs from the shelf (and it's less likely to come from strict enforcement of 20 minutes homework reading, 5 times a week). It's a slow-cooking process of marinating in and returning to, read after read. That's how well-loved, comforting favourites are made.
As Mrs Armitage might say,
"What this world needs, Breakspear, my faithful friend, is a regular dose of comfort reading."