Henry's apple

A good friend of mine tutors children who are learning to read. Her specialty is working with children with dyslexia.

Last week she asked if I could meet a student. Henry has worked with her for three years and has, after a long journey, read his first book: The Gargoyle in My Yard.

He loved it. We had a very special morning, the three of us, reading and talking about gargoyles.

He had a gift for me, a drawing of an apple. It's a sweet illustration, since my gargoyles love to whip apple cores at people.
Then he read a few lines from my book, out loud.

And that, of course, was the best gift of all.

Here's a related blog post about a reluctant reader and gargoyles: Why do I write? Just read this letter