Books

Is it silly that Joe and I have our favorite books, from our "youth", that we bought for our kids? Is it silly that I hate to read Joe's favorite book and I can't read mine either, because (pregnant or not) I can't refrain from crying?

Joseph's favorite book is:

I really don't like this book. It's not a bad book. I just get a little irked every time I read it. I just want to reach into the book and smack the little boy/old man for being so mean and self-centered to the poor tree.

My favorite book:

I can't find words to explain how this book makes me feel. It's such a simple book but it seems to speak volumes. When I was young and I read this book for the first time, it described my ideal future completely. Now, I am living that future and I STRUGGLE to read this to my boys without tearing up and blubbering through the lines. I usually will try to start reading it but have to hand the book over to Joe to finish it as I continue to wipe away my tears. Again, I will add, pregnant or not, I will cry every time I read it.

Is this normal, or strange?