“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times?” Mo had said…”As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.”
My take on several books has changed, when I reread them, years later.
Yes, isn’t interesting how a new self reading changes the perspective? I read the books I read as a child, and find myself between the pages.
there is nothing better than falling in love with a good book, keeping it, taking out every few months, or years, reading it again, or bits of it. nothing.
Outlander- my drug of choice. I must re-read the whole series every year (something like 4.5 million brilliant words to get through) 😉
That is indeed why it is so hard to get rid of books even when you know you won’t be reading them again. I have grieved for some that I finally decided to part with as a part of me went with them. We are what we read, indeed.
Yes.
That is a curious thing.. my well-read, well-worn books do look fatter.. omg.. I’ve left pieces of ME in there! Wow.. such a concept to wrap my brain around 🙂 Thanks Shawn!