Reading habits

Yesterday, the Big Fella read Dracula - Bram Stoker's original novel - from start to finish. He'd picked it up at lunchtime in the school library and was immediately hooked; he sheepishly admitted to secretly reading it in his afternoon lessons. And he begged to be allowed to stay up late last night to finish it.

I'm impressed, he's a fluent reader but late nineteenth century prose is different to the stuff he normally reads, which has recently been mostly Dan Abnett books from the Black Library.

So, this morning, I'm trying to think of some other writers from around the same period that might appeal to him, Conan Doyle or H G Wells, perhaps. But then, he gets back from a shopping trip with Mac, and I find he's already bought his next read: it's The Mammoth Book of Vampires.

I obviously wasn't thinking like an 11 year-old.