What is it that makes our taste change? Maturity? Finally sick of seeing the same thing?
I'm referencing movies and books. When I was about 20, I absolutely loved the movie Lawrence of Arabia. I sat through it twice, when I first saw it. Then I kept bringing friends to see it. Once I learned that Lawrence of Arabia was about T. E. Lawrence, I wanted to get his book, Seven Pillars of Wisdom, which he wrote to record his experiences. This is way before Amazon and Barnes and Nobles. I went to a local bookstore and found it among the rare books. I forgot how much it was but it was an exorbitant amount because it was considered rare. I couldn't read it; it was over my head and thus boring to me.
About thirty years after first encountering Lawrence of Arabia, I watched it again. I fell asleep. How could I ever have been so enthralled by it?
The same is true with the book Gone with the Wind. Upon first reading it in my twenties, I wanted to be Scarlett. She was beautiful, interesting and fun. The character, Melanie was a bore. Fast forward to twenties years later, Scarlet was a flirt, opportunist, and a flake. Melanie was beautiful, interesting, fun and desirable.
I grew up.