I am a compulsive re-reader. I have shelves of books in my house, scattered throughout every room. They’re piled on my bedside table, on the couch, even on the floor in some places. I’ve gotten better in the last few years with getting rid of books that I don’t re-read, so by-and-large what’s in my house now is stuff I’m going to keep for a long time.
And some of them I have had for a long time. My copies of The Elenium series by David Eddings I’ve had since high school. *frowns* Though I think I might have replaced one when it fell apart on me. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read those books. I still come back to them time and again, wiggling a little in excitement as I read about Sparhawk riding into Cimmura in the rain.
Nora Robert’s The MacGregors series is another set I’ll read over and over. I admittedly don’t own a lot of her books, but my mother does and it’s become a sort of ritual for me when I visit my parents to grab a book off the basement shelves on my way to bed. (And consequently end up not sleeping!)
I also re-read on an annual basis either David Weber’s Honor Harrington series, or the Prince Roger series he co-wrote with John Ringo. Those science fiction series wake in me some desperate longing to go to the stars. *laughs* And to improve my own writing abilities in the sci/fi genre. Though I think I have resigned myself to the fact that I won’t ever have quite the grasp on battle tactics and ship movements those two authors do!
There is another shelf in the house, or more specifically, in my office. That is the To Be Read shelf. *grins* At present it’s got about 80 books on it. I also own a Nook. *sheepish grin* And there’s more books on that.
So why? You might ask yourself. If I have all these new books to read why do I keep coming back to the old ones? The ones where I already know the plot, know the twists, know the characters. Why do I choose to spend my precious time re-reading old things?
The honest truth? I love them. I truly and deeply love the stories they tell. Or I love the characters. Or I love the exquisite way the author has with words. Sometimes it’s all of the above. *laughs* And more. Like visiting old friends, there is a certain comfort in re-reading a book. There’s no pressure of “what’s next?” no real drive to get to the end. It’s just an enjoyable visit, or a leisurely stroll.
What about you? Are you a re-reader? (Compulsive or otherwise. *grins*) Do you have a TBR shelf bursting with neglected books while you continually go to the Keeper shelves to pick out something familiar? Do you even have Keeper shelves or do you give away books as soon as you’re done reading them?