I've been reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to N as his bedtime story for the past several weeks, with D usually coming in to listen as well. (I read it to him when he was about N's age.) We finished it over the weekend, and tonight N asked if I'd start another chapter book.
I said, sure, how about Harry Potter? This was a devious move on my part, because I tried reading it to D last year, and during the letter delivery sequence, he decided it was too scary and refused to go any further. But N is much less freaked out by "scary" books and movies (remember, he's the one who came to see Coraline, even though he's almost 3 years younger than D), and he said ok, mostly because he could see that it was a big fat book that would get him my attention for a long time.
So I read the first half chapter to both boys, and then D asked if I'd read the rest of the chapter as his bedtime story. Gee, I guess you can twist my arm. So we finished the first chapter, and then D asked if he could keep going on his own. I said yes, overruling N's pout, and D made it to Diagon Alley before I made him turn out the light.
I'm feeling pleased as punch, both because I think he'll enjoy it, and also because D has been resistant to reading chapter books on his own, in spite of the fact that he's quite capable of doing so. He reads lots of manga, and has read some of the kids' novelizations set in the star wars universe, but that's about it. And while I'm willing to concede that Harry Potter isn't great literature, it's a heck of a lot better than those star wars novels.
Fundamentally, I think I've been feeling a bit left out of D's interests. I'm not fascinated by Pokemon, and I can't fake it. I'm not a big fan of manga. I'm really bad at Lego Star Wars. So I'm excited to have him interested in something that I like too.