My son learned to read independently because of Captain Underpants and other graphic novels. He would actually ask me to take him to the library, which he often confuses for a book store, and head straight to the graphic novel section way in the back of the children’s section. He had very specific tastes in graphic novels and would scour the shelves for Captain Underpants, The Adventures of Super Diaper Baby, Ninjago, and that’s about it.
At the school book fair loaded with $25 in cash, he returned with The Adventures of Ook and Gluk, 100 Most Disgusting Things on the Planet and a lot of leftover money. Usually, we read together as shared reading partners. Not with these graphic novels. He would read them all himself, happily in his car seat on the way home.