Every year, I have these grand plans to only read new books. There are so many amazing books being written right now, there’s certainly not a shortage of possibilities when it comes to finding something new to read. And yet…I have old friends between the covers of the books that sit on my shelf who call to me from the library, enticing me to spend another few hours with them, reliving their adventures.
And so I find I’m an unabashed re-reader. I can’t seem to help myself. Re-reading is like a big bowl of mashed potatoes and gravy. Or super cheesy homemade mac and cheese. It’s comfort food for my soul.
New books are good, don’t get me wrong. A new book is exciting — there’s that fresh smell of the unknown (even in an e-book!). It’s a chance to meet new people and go to new places. It’s an adventure every time you open up a book that’s new to you. Each page is a discovery. And I love that.
But a re-read is like curling up on the couch with an old friend. Maybe you haven’t spoken to them in years, but you can pick right back up where you left off with nothing awkward or stilted. Because you know them inside and out. And yet, there’s always something new to discover – a wrinkle you hadn’t seen before, or a grey hair where you previously didn’t notice it.
It’s this dilemma I have every time I finish a book. What comes next? Will it be something new? (I have so many new books waiting in the wings on my Kindle!) Or will it be something old? I don’t have any sort of rubric to help me decide–it’s very much dependent on my mood, and I seem to go through waves of re-reading before feeling ready to undertake the adventure of something new. (And then often I’ll go through a long phase of new.)
So what about you? Do you re-read? Do just have certain authors, or books, who you revisit time and time again? What are your long-lasting favorites?