My 18 month old loves books, and wants nothing more from life than to curl up on the couch with a pile of bookies and a captive adult to look at them with her.
Everyone else I know, though, seems to actually read the books to their kids. Our friends and in-laws can all recite Guess How Much I Love You and Peepo and the Gruffalo and all the others.
We can't do that. She thinks being read to is terribly boring, and she'll get annoyed halfway through and say 'bye bye, bookie', close it, and wander off.
What she wants is for us to point out things and ask her what they're called. So we've ended up with loads of books full of big complicated pictures, and we'll point out every little thing on every page and say 'what's this?', 'who's this?' or 'what noise does this make?' and she'll tell us (obviously if it's something new we'll tell her the first couple of times!). She gets immense joy out of knowing what to call things, both in books and in reality, and couldn't care less about the actual text of the book.
Have we done something wrong, or what? From what I've read, I thought that books were supposed to be about getting them used to the sounds and rhythm of language, and sentence structure and things, and all she's getting from them is an ever-bigger collection of single words.