Is it a waste of valuable time to reread a book? I don't think I think so, but I still feel guilty sometimes for revisiting the familiar volumes when I could be getting round to the heaps of unread ones I have lying around. There is just something really comforting about reading something that I know I love. I could just be having a wee ponder, and will remember from nowhere the story, or style, or even just a phrase (most likely paraphrase, I am terrible with specifics) from something I read years ago and will feel compelled to hunt it out and do it again. It could be something my P5 teacher read to the class in installments the best part of 20 years ago - I once had to search frantically for a copy of The Eagle of the Ninth by Rosemary Sutcliffe just to sate my appetite for Primary School nostalgia material.
It frustrates me that I can't seem to find the time to get round to the new stuff when all it takes is a glance at the cover of an old favourite and I am bound to read the whole thing - and probably manage it in record time.
Other things of note:
- Dingleberries. Not what you think.
- "All beauty must die"
- Getting packages in the post is lovely
Edit - Completely incidentally, just found out that today was World Book Day. Would love to say I knew all along and posted this to be topical, but alas no.
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