Perhaps if I had set a better example for my daughter?
Perhaps if I wasn't so shallow she'd have stood a chance?
Perhaps if I had taken to heart that you can't judge a book by it's cover?
Because of my bad habits.
Because of my affinity to the books cover instead of it's contents.
Because of my magpie attraction to all things pink and shiny in the literature world.
On account of the fact that I cannot stop reading books such as these:
my darling daughter is now emphatically attracted to books such as this:
... and this:
My fear is what will come home from the library once she sees me reading this:
Karma? I'm still your bitch.