The Power of Subjectivity

Lost in a good book

At the library the other day, my three-year-old ran to me with sparklers in her eyes and a book in her hand.

"Mommy! It's The Book!"

I saw the cover and sighed. Yes, that book.

It was a book she talked about repeatedly. I was surprised how many details she remembered because we hadn't checked it out in awhile. And now she'd found it again!

Only thing is, I'm not crazy about this particular book (which shall remain unnamed.)*

It's fine, but it's not the kind of book I enjoy reading over and over and over again to an eager three-year-old.

Still, she was excited, so we checked the book out. And read it immediately when we arrived home.

All the parts I didn't like still bugged me. My inner editor was hard at work thinking how I could "fix" it.

But then I glanced sideways at my daughter and saw her contented smile and remembered how SUBJECTIVE reading is.

She's in love.

I'm glad it's with a book. Even if it's not MY favorite book.


How about you? Have you had any epiphany moments lately about the power of subjectivity? 

*The Book Which Shall Not Be Named is NOT the book in the picture, so don't go all Sherlock Holmes on me and try to figure it out.