As a parent, you find yourself reading the same books over and over again. And I mostly don't mind, but there's always that one book on the shelf that you just dread. For my mom, it was a Golden Book called Wilma's Busy Day, in which Wilma Flintstone tries desperately to take a bath. It got to the point where I'd pick that book just to annoy my mom. I was a sweet child.
My Wilma's Busy Day is an award-winning book called The Rainbow Fish, the story is about a beautiful fish with rainbow scales who has no friends because he's kind of a snob and refuses to share his scales. A wise octopus (aren't they all) tells him to give away his shiny scales to make friends.
Depending on what you read into it, this is either a lovely story about sharing and finding your inner beauty or it's a pro-socialism story about giving away everything that makes you stand out from the crowd. Conformity = YAY!
I tend to see it more as the latter. I don't really mind the "sharing the wealth" part of it, but there's nothing at the end of the book that makes you think either A) the fish will re-grow his scales and be unique again or B) that the fish has any inner beauty. Maybe all he had were the scales. Maybe he was the maritime equivalent of an America's Next Top Model contestant. And now he has nothing.
Except loads of friends. Whom he paid for.
What is the children's book in your library you can't bear to read anymore?