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On rereading

I’m posting every single day in September! Go here to check out everything I’ve talked about so far!

Recently I’ve been thinking a lot about my reading habits. And the fact that I have not reread a book consciously in a few years now.

As a child I used to savour reading my favourite books. I would not only spend my time fully immersing into the story, but I would reread my favourite books over and over again until I knew them cover to cover. I cherished my reading time. Nowadays? Not so much.

Don’t get me wrong – reading is still an incredibly large and important part of my life. But in a different way. Over the past couple of years I have read upwards of 50 books a year with the hopes that each and every one of them will become a new favourite that I hope to reread for the rest of my life. I intend to reread my favourites time and time again and yet…. I don’t.

In the past few years I have reread two books: Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and The Maze Runner. They aren’t books I’d been itching to reread or necessarily favourite books that I wanted a fresh perspective on – they were easy reads. They were books I picked up because I knew they’d get me out of a slump. I have some of my favourite books that I have been desperate to pick up again for years and yet I haven’t been rereading books for years. Eg. The Book Thief, The Night Circus, The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood..

What frustrates me most about this is one thing: can I call my favourite books a favourite book if I can’t remember 90% of what happens? I don’t know my favourite books anymore. I cannot remember them. I cannot remember characters or main plot points of my all-time favourites. So can they still be considered a favourite?

I really do want to start rereading. A blogger I have been following lately, Laura from reading in bed, made it her 2016 reading resolution to only read 35 books throughout the year (read more here) and that post has stuck in my mind for weeks now. Technically, she can read more than 35 books, but to do so she must be rereading books.

I love the idea of this. I love rereading – or, I have loved rereading in the past. So I think that by implementing a set of rules similar to this would really help me be more aware and thoughtful about the books I do read. I would know the characters and plot points in my favourite and be able to have truly meaningful conversations about them without being scared that I had missed something crucial. I would know these books inside and out – and that’s a beautiful thought.

Let me know what you think about this below – could you limit how many books you read during the year to make way to rereading more favourites? Or do you already reread books regularly? I’d love to know, it’ll keep my brain ticking ❁

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