Our lower shelves are now filled with sturdy, colourful books. They have a variety of "lift the flap" and "pop up" devices. Some of them are "touchy-feely" with textured pages while others have sound effects. Every evening, when I return from work, all of the books have been removed from the shelves, opened and distributed randomly around our flat. My one-year-old daughter loves them. What amazes me is that these books (which take less than five minutes to read) can hold her attention day after day and week after week. In fact, she seems to prefer familiar books to new ones. It takes several days of reading a book before she really begins to like it. It makes me wonder whether, for her, looking at a book is like listening to a piece of music - something that grows on you with repeated exposure.
Reading a book to a very young child is also an interesting experience. I am never entirely sure how much she understands, so I find myself testing her, asking her to point to objects as I name them. The story ceases to be a simple narrative and becomes a game and a learning exercise. Every time I read the same book to her, the story and the experience is slightly different.
One thing that I haven't quite grasped is what makes a good child's book. I know which ones I like and I know which ones she likes but it is difficult to find common features. Some books just seem to have a magic ingredient that makes them special.
For example, Eric Carle's "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" is a work of genius, but I am not entirely sure why.