I don't understand why Liebs isn't reading decent-lenght stories. He could do it. But it would put him off if I made him. So the Roald Dahl is waiting, and waiting. I smile while he reads and don't shout "leaf the word is leaf you know the letters how can you not fishing read?". With difficulty, admittedly. And with wine and a happy place. But he likes reading, at least. And is a keen library member.