Everyone once in a while, as a bedtime stalling tactic, Chilkat decides she wants to pick a bedtime book from “Daddy’s work upstairs” (bookshelf by the office). One night, I read her some incredibly dry facts about California from a tourists’ guide; another night, she found some old Calvin and Hobbes paperback, which was in rotation for almost two weeks before she lost interest.
Tonight, she picked the Dark Tower by Stephen King. She liked Stephen King, based on the photo on the back cover. We had some conversation about the vampires swarming the human in the first illustration (there are maybe 10ish full color full page illustrations in the copy we have at our house). She also decided that some other (clearly evil) illustrated person looked like a nice guy.
I agreed to seven minutes of reading from this book. I read around the parts regarding killing babies and being killed by vampires. I was repeatedly chastised for not “reading the pictures”.