As I listened to tonight's installment of Darke (Septimus Heap series), read by my husband to the entire family, I mused about reading aloud. I grew up in a family that read aloud, even when we kids were in our late teens, or back home from Uni. Not every day, but now and again. And every Christmas eve, my father would read A Christmas Carol, start to finish, with all of us tearing up by the end. One of my best Christmas gifts ever was the CD my family sent of everyone taking turns reading A Christmas Carol, because I couldn't be there with them. When I married, my husband and I kept up the Christmas Carol tradition. When we had kids, we began to read aloud every night with them. Usually a parent reading, but sometimes the kids taking turns, too (especially on poetry nights, when we each read our favourites). The kids are now nearly 12 and 14, and we still read aloud nightly.
In some of my interpretation training workshops, I used to read aloud to participants in order to illustrate a variety of speaking techniques. I regularly had people come up to me afterwards to tell me how special it was to be read to--as adults they almost never have that opportunity.
What are your reading-aloud habits? Do you write for your work to be read aloud?
In some of my interpretation training workshops, I used to read aloud to participants in order to illustrate a variety of speaking techniques. I regularly had people come up to me afterwards to tell me how special it was to be read to--as adults they almost never have that opportunity.
What are your reading-aloud habits? Do you write for your work to be read aloud?