“Telling stories to littles is not the same as a calling,” Heather said, blushing. “I can think of few higher callings,” Master Eefaw said... 

I’m finally reading these books for myself. All of my daughters have read these silently or aloud to each other. They’d come downstairs beaming with joy or weeping with literal grief, but they have faithfully kept every spoiler from me, not because I asked them to, but because they wanted me to experience the stories for myself. Of course, they have urged me to read these books often, but they submitted to the fact that I was always reading other things instead. So I’m using this last bit of vacation to start catching up with the girls.