Hannah was getting low on reading material, so John suggested she try some of my Terry Pratchett books. Except for Harry Potter, Hannah hasn't shown much interest in what I read, so I was surprised that she agreed. Except--unsurprisingly--she wanted me to read it to her. But that turned out to be her undoing, because she got hooked.
Between me reading a chapter or so aloud to her and her reading a couple more pages beyond that to herself, we managed to get through Wee Free Men over several bedtimes.
Now she has started on A Hat Full of Sky, and she isn't calling out for me to read to her every single evening. Just every other evening or so.
Maybe by the time she gets to The Wintersmith, she'll be reading 70% on her own.