I recently stumbled across a post from 2007 where the author stated the worst crime over summer was for someone to say they re-read a book. What the…? Apparently, to re-read is to admit to being “arrogant, narrow-minded or dim”.
Wow
, I guess I must be all three.
I love to re-read. To slip into a worn favourite is like pulling on your old slippers. Cosy, warm and comfortable. I have books I have been re-reading for over 20 years – and I’m still not tired of them.
When I’m published I love to think there might be readers out there who want to re-read my work. That would be the ultimate compliment.