Over the past couple of days, I have wolfed down the end of Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier and have to say that, overall, it’s as brilliant as people would have you believe – ordinarily, I’d crack straight on with a review and extol its many virtues for all to see. However, as you may have noticed, I have read it for a readalong and my thoughts aren’t due for nearly two weeks so it can wait until then 🙂
Some thoughts on re-reads…
One thing that struck me though while I was reading other bloggers’ posts and comments on the first half was how many people declared this one of their favourites and how the readalong had reminded them that they were due a ‘re-read’.
Which got me thinking/made me realise: I don’t think I’ve ever re-read a book unless required to at some stage in my education! I’ve re-read parts of books to refresh my memory if someone asks about it, if the next one in a series is out or if I remember particularly enjoying some part but no full re-reads.
I suppose there are a couple of reasons why: I think the main one is that with so many great books out there that I want to read, I just can’t help but grabbing for something ‘new’. Another one is that I only manage a small amount of books a year as it is, what with not having nearly enough time as I would like to read, and if some of those were re-reads I’d just never get to read some of the fantastic books I’m looking forward to.
Although on some level, this all worries me a tad – perhaps I’ve just been reading the wrong books and am missing that special one that will compel me to read it over and over…
So first, to those of you who re-read: I am in awe of you but also curious, what is it that makes you pick back up a book you’ve already read once/twice/ten times?
Second, I’m beginning to think I’m alone in this: does anybody else feel as though re-reading something means they’re missing out on something new to love?!
And that’s it really…just some thoughts…:)