I collect my favorite books for one reason. Well, two reasons really. The first is because I have an obsession with being able to hold them and stroke them whenever I desire. The second is because I want to re-read them. Lots. Whenever I want.
But my relationship with re-reading is quite complicated. It's not like watching a movie again, because that only takes two hours or so. (Or forty-five minutes if you're a Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog fan like me--which PREMIERES ON TV FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER ON OCT. 9 ON THE CW DON'T MISS IT.) Re-reading a book can take much longer, and whenever I think of re-reading something I remember a new story waiting for me to discover it that I could be reading instead.
Of course, I do love re-reading. When I was about nine or ten I read Judy Moody countless times, even when I wasn't much of a reader. Last year I re-read a book for the first time since then, and that book was, predictably, Looking For Alaska. I loved being able to focus on every tiny detail more than I did the first time around and being able to pick apart Alaska's character even more.
Then, this Wednesday I finished re-reading Jellicoe Road and found that I loved it even more than the first time I read it. The initial confusion I had the first time I read it was gone and I focused more on Taylor's character and JONAH GRIGGS because I had forgotten how delicious he is. I had forgotten how much I loved the book, really.
It is experiences like those that make me think I should set more time aside to re-read some of my favorite books. In fact, if I had it in my possession I might re-read Grave Mercy right now.
How do you feel about re-reading? Is it boring, exciting, or great but hard to find the time to do?