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I can't say that I've found books totally different from what I remembered. But reading something good after an interval of 40--50 years, I've been quite surprised at how much richer the writing can be than I remembered or perhaps than I appreciated the first time. I read Anthony Powell's A Dance to the Music of Time in the 1960s and I am very slowly rereading it in eformat. The quality of the writing is exceptional and it means so much more to me than it did the first time.
I've just started rereading a book from the 1930s written by a young Michael Innes. It is simply a detective story, but I was reading and laughing out loud at the superb descriptions and the slyly malicious pen portraits of Oxford dons. (Innes himself was a don at Christchurch, Oxford.)
I think the difference in my appreciation of books like this may be because I have so much more experience of life now and am a changed person.
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