Frank is talking about rereading books you used to love. Do you still love them? I should reread The Count of Monte Cristo to see if I still enjoy it.
Frank is talking about rereading books you used to love. Do you still love them? I should reread The Count of Monte Cristo to see if I still enjoy it.
By all means, read The Count of Monte Cristo again! Read it to your children! And Captains Courageous, too.
I regularly re-read Jane Austen about every five years. Ditto Ivanho. Black Beauty broke my heart when I was nine, and I’ve never read it again, but I’ve lost count the number of times I read Little Women, and Beth DIES! Paul Gallico’s The Snow Goose just destroys me, yet I’ve probably read it once a year for 35 years (actually, reading anything about the Battle of Dunkirk pretty much turns me into a sobbing wreck).
I have something I call The Middle Shelf. It contains about a dozen books that I never grow tired out, loved things that I’ve read again and again, some of them until they’re literally starting to crumble.
I loved The Count of Monte Cristo, too, but if you enjoyed that then you really should read Jeffrey Archer’s rewrite of that story called A Prisoner of Birth.
And yes, I have quite a few books that are in my bedroom bookcases because they are favorites that I reread.
If I loved it once, I’ll love it a thousand times!
There are many that I re-read.
It amazes me how differently I relate to the story as I grow older. There are characters in books that I never really took notice of when I was younger, like Marilla in “Anne of Green Gables” for one.
I read Leon Uris’ “Mila 18” when I was thirteen. Now I read it at least every five years and each time it torments a different place in my heart.