The Secret Seven Books

One of my fondest memories I have of Jeremy is reading to him at night. I read him the Secret Seven Books which were slightly ahead of his reading ability (or probably not, he was way ahead). It was our time together and we both really loved it. We'd curl up on my bed sharing my orange bed spread (used later in my car as an old packing blanket). I'd read a chapter at a time and try and finish before a suspense filled climax and make him wait for hte ending (what a horrible control freak!!) but usually i'd get so into it myself that I'd read a couple of chapters and need to hear the storyline resolution as much as he did, even though I'd read it before.