Returning to re-read a favorite book is, for me, like sitting down to have coffee with an old friend after an exhilarating but exhausting day of meeting new people. Even if I’ve met particularly delightful people – people I know will deserve more time and attention in the future, or who I sense could nurture my life or the life of someone I love – there still is nothing quite like settling back into a comfy chair and smiling at an old friend. I don’t necessarily have to be on my best behavior; I know where we stand and what to expect; the relationship we have already established gives me every confidence that we will enjoy our time together now.
This is exactly why I love to re-read favorite books. I know where I stand and what to expect, even though I always see something new on each re-read, if the book is truly worth revisiting. Of course, I do love the excitement of a brand new book – and even the uncertainty that comes with a title I have stumbled upon with no prior knowledge or recommendation. At the end of the day, though, sometimes my greatest enjoyment comes when I settle down with an old friend who can tell me that same story I’ve heard a dozen times but in such a new way that I couldn’t be more thrilled to hear it again.
Have you re-read an old favorite recently? Tell me about it in the comments!