Why I Keep Rereading the Same Books
I've read Robin Hobb's Realm of the Elderlings three times. Sarah J. Maas's Throne of Glass four. And I'm not done — right now I'm working through both series chapter by chapter on my read-through blogs, which is either dedication or a cry for help, depending on who you ask. People hear this and tilt their head. You know how it ends, they say, like that's the point of a book. And I get it — there's a whole world of unread stories out there, and life is short, and the to-be-read pile is a guilt machine. But here's what I've learned after seven trips through the same two worlds: rereading isn't repetition. It's a different activity wearing the same clothes. The first time through a book, you're a tourist. You're moving, you're surviving the plot, you're turning pages at midnight because you need to know what happens next. That's a wonderful way to read, and I wouldn't trade those first reads for anything. But you'...