There are also children capable of reading advanced books early.
I spent most of my childhood hiding the books i was reading. I learned to read before i went to school- probably because i had disciplinarian parents who expected small children to be able to sit still for extended periods. 3 hour train journeys, through adult meals, in airports etc. So i must have taught myself to read out of sheer boredom.
As young as 5 or 6 I thought comprehension tests idiotic. I was given a sheet of paper with questions, then given another sheet of paper with the answers on. What sort of test was that?! And i always wanted to read the rest of the story the passage was extracted from.
I probably read books inappropriate for my age as i wasn’t allowed access to books a few years older, so I raided adult bookshelves, read the readers digest, anything i could get my hands on.
I was punished countless times. I was once given 20 mins to read 3 pages which took me less than 5 so i finished the book. Teacher caught me flipping back and punished me. I had chapter books removed and replaced with peter and jane. I never read roald dahl or enid blyton as by the time i was given them i was way past them and on to my mums old boarding school tales and horsey stories.
For a long time books were a secret to be hidden for fear of punishment. I grew to love those long journeys as i could buy a new book and read in peace.
Irony is once I got to gcse teaching methods changed and i was simply given books and told to write essays. I was never taught to interpret themes or look to politics etc. So literature passed me by. One of my favourite books is to kill a mocking bird, as that year we had a fantastic substitute teacher who taught is the history of the deep south and really brought the book to life.