The book that finally got him to read.

My son was learning to read. The books we brought home were technically right — but he didn't care.

Bedtime was a different story. Every night we'd make up little adventures about the things he loved most — hockey, our dog, dinosaurs, whatever was living in his imagination that week. He was locked in.

One night, after another failed sight-words session, it hit me: what if the story he needed wasn't just simple enough to read — what if it was personal enough to matter?

So we made him a book about himself. His name, his world, the things he loved on every page.

He read it proudly. Then he read it again. Then he read it to anyone who walked through our door.

That's why we made this — to help kids fall in love with books by seeing themselves inside the story.