I'm not sure why it took me so long to get around to reading the Oz series. I've had the entire collection sitting on my Kindle, waiting, for a couple of years now. But I kept pushing it off to read newer books, saying that I'd eventually get around to it.
Now that I've finally finished the first book, I regret pushing it off for so long. Partially because it was a fun children's fantasy story, but also because my line of thought while I was reading it roughly went:
Wicked Witch of the West --> [b:Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West|37442|Wicked The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (The Wicked Years, #1)|Gregory Maguire|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1370992578s/37442.jpg|1479280] --> Wicked
--> Idina Menzel --> Let it Go
And now the song won't leave my head.
This is the first chapter book I tried reading to my daughter. She's still just a baby at this point, but I figured it was a good idea to start reading to her as early as possible. Maybe it'll rub off on her, and she'll read on her own, eventually.
Despite having no idea what most of the words meant, she seemed to enjoy the book. I read to her a chapter at a time before naps, and two chapters at bedtime. It didn't take long to get through the entire book, at all.
After a while, she started slapping away at the Kindle screen, trying to turn the pages for me when she'd see me fumbling to reach around her shoulders. She even giggled a couple of times, though that was probably less her laughing at the situations in the book, and more about the fact that I got tired of her shoving her Rainbowdash plushie in my face, and sat it on the desk, where it looked like Dash was watching us read.