Books books books

So, I took The Girl with me to the local bookstore so that I could pre-order a few books for upcoming author events (John Scalzi and Christopher Moore, if you care about that).  In the process, The Girl was allowed to browse the books and see if there might be a book or two she'd like.  She found a couple, and wound up coming home with 3 new books, all the start of series (Savvy, Ferals, and Artemis Fowl). I was delighted.

In a matter of a few days, she has devoured Ferals. So, a reasonable person would believe that she'd choose one of the other 2 to read next.  However, last night, she was her usual melodramatic and bored self.
Her: Mama, help me find a good book to read.
Me: Uh, don't you have 2 other new books to read that we got?
Her: they're boring.
Me: What?
Her: I like my books to start out intriguing on the very first page and then go from there. I don't like them to start with "Hi. I'm here. There's a story coming but I have to give you all the boring details first."

I can't say I disagree with her. It took me 3 tries to finally push past the boring part of The Alienist, which I then ultimately enjoyed tremendously. I had to give her the "it's just like a TV show, give it three episodes" talk about books. We'll see if it works.