I’d had the idea of discussing the re-reading of books for some time. Then someone opened a real can of worms on the Guardian blog on that very subject, so I’m not sure it’s ok any longer. Hundreds of people with opinions.
Do you have time to re-read books in this day and age? I’m trying to work out if it’s the same for everyone, or if it’s just that I’m no longer a child.
I used to re-read books a lot. If I liked them. If I had nothing else to read. If I had nothing better to do.
Now, I hardly ever do. There are far more books available now. And less time. But is it a sign of the times that I have less time, or simply that at fifty (ok, fiftyone) I’m too busy doing other things?
One way of “re-reading” has been to listen to books on cassette while doing the ironing. But I hardly ever do that now, either. The listening, not the ironing.
What do others do? Do you have a book that you keep returning to?
My wishlist is long, but the only book I’ve re-read recently is How I Live Now. The last time in translation, to see how that felt.
My piano tuner revealed that he was reading Dr Johnson, again. I don’t expect I’ll ever get there.