When I first seriously began my journey as a reader, I was very much against rereading books. I think that came from the fact that I’m a fairly slow reader, and I felt like it was a huge waste of my time to read a book that I’d already read.
I could never get into the story again because I was always thinking about how the time I was spending on the reread could be spent on starting a new book.
But at some point, around the time that I started writing book reviews on Goodreads, I realized that I wasn’t able to remember the plots of very many of the books that I’d read.
Blame it on the fact that my brain is constantly running with an average of 5837 tabs open at once, or the fact that I have a memory worse than Dory from Finding Nemo. I just couldn’t remember the plots to save my life. So, I decided it was time to start rereading.
And now I can’t stop.
I am so thoroughly enjoying revisiting books that were old favorites, but whose plots were just a little fuzzy. It’s also given me the chance to write reviews on books that I read years ago, as well as to solidify them into my memory.
Our experiences and outlooks on life change so drastically throughout our lives that I almost think it’s silly not to reread books. I’m not the same person now that I was when I first read Harry Potter or Frankenstein. I’d find new meaning in these stories if I were to reread them now because I have new experiences and different points of reference. I’m in such a different place in life than I was when I was in high school that it’s impossible for my reading experiences to be the same.
Rereading books can be such an enriching experience because experiencing a book that is already known and explored is a great comfort to someone such as myself who finds solace in the expected.