I was told in elementary school that I only could read at half the speed for success in college. Oh well, one benefit of slow reading is you get to live with the characters a longer period of time. I read in a vain attempt to better understand people. At my other homes, I'm known as a spouse, pop, guy in the choir, physical chemist, computer/web dilettante and child-care provider. In theory, I'm a published author, if you consider stuff like Quenching Cross Sections for Electronic Energy Transfer Reactions Between Metastable Argon Atoms and Noble Gases and Small Molecules to count as publications. I've strewn dozens of such fascinating things to the winds.
My 3.6-year-old buddy, Anderson, has suddenly become entranced by a video story about "Dorothy Ann" (that's his take). I think the part that he likes best is the tornado that blows away the house from the prairies of Kansas, for he is rather enamored by tornadoes and cyclones and the like. But he has watched the animated video through...many times. So, I bethought to read the original book.