It took forever to get my son to read Senta and the Steel Dragon.  He’s not a reader.  He can read very well, he just doesn’t read all the time, unlike my daughter.  As soon as he started reading them, he shot through everything I had written in a week.  And he loved the books… until he got to the point where a particular character died.  He’s been pissed off at me ever since.  I feel a little bit like James Caan in Misery, only without the broken legs.