I was looking for something to read the other night and grabbed a copy of Little Pilgrim's Progress off the shelf in the loft. I got halfway into it and then started reading it to the girls the next night. We're about five chapters in so far. The chapters are so short (2-3 pages at the most), making it a great bedtime, breakfast time, or anytime book.
I don't think they've figured out that it's an allegory of the Christian life quite yet, but I'm expecting Audrey to get it the next time we read. (We didn't read tonight; Roman Holiday was on TCM and we watched that instead. I love Audrey Hepburn's line at the beginning of the movie, something like, "I hate my nightgowns and all my underwear too." Don't you just sometimes feel that way? Time for a trip to Vicotria's Secret!)
I remember my parents reading Little Pilgrim's Progress to me and Kristen when we were small. And all of The Chronicles of Narnia too. We often read after dinner, and I can remember sitting around the table, dirty dishes still there, begging for just one more chapter.
(Lots of yard work today--mulch, mulch, and more mulch. I'm off to bed. Yawn.)