I started reading Yeats on a lark, mostly because I was sick of reading mindless children's books and I needed a change. Now Sam picks up the very thick book and brings it over for me to read to her. I guess she was sick of that too. She likes the sound of the words in the poetry and the repetition. Yeats does wonderful things with the words, using staccato and lyrical words like a composer of music. She responds to it more than I thought. Yes, we still read the sesame street books and Thomas the Tank Engine, but now and then I get something really challenging to read. Pretty good trade off, as far as I am concerned.