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Originally Posted by gmw
I never used to, it was my wife that finally convinced me to try ... and I am so glad I did. There is a whole new level of appreciation to be gained from some books, and a whole new level of appreciation of what makes a truly great book. So significant has this change been that one of the yard-sticks by which I now measure my reaction to books is whether I want to reread them. My absolute favourites get re-read every few years.
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Oh, it's not that I don't
want to re-read occasionally, I simply
can't. I try it all the time and fail miserably, so I've learned to view it as sign that I just wasn't meant to. When re-reading; as soon as I read something "important," my mind races ahead to consider all of its future implications. But while I'm considering all of those implications, my eyes are still scanning the words and I'm turning the pages—BUT I'M NOT READING THEM! Once I catch myself doing this, I have to stop and back-track to where (I think) my focus was split. Which can be a chore in itself (do I remember that from my initial read or from this current re-read?). So after several of these similar episodes, I become exasperated enough to put the book down and forget about the re-read.
I re-read a lot as a kid, but it just doesn't work anymore. I
know this and accept it about myself. I view not potentially ruining a previously enjoyed book as one of my affliction's very few benefits.