I grew up in a house without a bookshelf. No, we didn’t keep books in a pile on the floor or in a cupboard; and there were no trips to the library outside of what was compulsory at school. We simply did not have books. My parents are non-readers. My siblings are non-readers. I married a non-reader. So when my husband asks me why I am reading a book I have already read, I am quite prepared with a response because explaining reading for pleasure is a favourite past time of mine.
This is how I explained it to my husband: “How many times have we watched Friends or Seinfeld despite having already seen every episode? Or how many times have you watched Training Day or Forrest Gump?”
But the thing I have discovered is that not every reader is a re-reader. A few of my close friends don’t re-read at all. I guess we are all a little bit different with that.
I myself was today gathering some books from the bottom shelf of my bookcase to take a pic for instagram (@readthewriteact fyi) when I saw my Sookie Stackhouse books. I instantly thought how much I wanted to re-read them (again) despite my TBR list being about as long as my arm. The spines are practically destroyed but I don’t care these books never fail to put me in a happy place.
I am a re-reader. If you understand how reading a dog-eared, tea stained book can be pure joy then you must be a re-reader too. Let me know if you are and how you explain it to non-readers. What is your favourite re-read? Or maybe you grew up in house of non-readers too? Share your thoughts and inspirations below.
And as always happy reading x