The cycle goes on.
I continue to battle with my conflicting emotions.
All is well. Not.
This is a question that has been plaguing my mind for eons. No doubt it has been discussed and analyzed and scrutinized by countless bloggers before me. And it has.
But it still continues to exist.
To reread, or not to reread?
To be honest, I really don’t know.
At one point, I thought rereading was a complete waste of time when I had an entire shelf full brand new books from the library….buuuuuuut…this is the Nirvana who ended up rereading Harry Potter 7 times straight.*
Binge reading The Hunger Games at the moment when she had to suffer in an insanely long traffic jam. And then proceeded to dream about rose-obsessed blood drinking presidents and mutts.
*I actually have no idea. It’s probably more.#hpobsessions
I read to enjoy it, right? So if I really, really want to reread something why shouldn’t I? That’s the whole point.
Rereading makes me squeal like I used to…fangirl and bug my sister to death, remember the odd quirks of the main characters,
wish my writing was as good as the author.
And I’ll say it. It brings back memories. The note in the front of the book as she gave it to me. Perhaps a wad of lost money. The ice cold of the winter I had read it on.
The remnants of my tears. My broken soul.
Rereading never fails to disappoint.
But while I’m off rereading, I’m missing out on worlds.
I’m missing out on finishing that TBR.* While I’m rereading The Hunger Games, Heir of Fire awaits. Which I’m dying to get to, but somehow evade reading. Maybe I should just read it after the next book had been released >.>
*Oh, I think we’re past that now. It’s not happening. *wallows in self despair*
And if I reread a book just as the movie has been released, I’ll nitpick to death until I get a 5 hour film with every act and dialogue from the book.
The same goes for re-watching. Avatar. Sherlock. Instead of re-watching whenever you need comfort (and reciting every single one of Moriarty’s lines) just take the plunge.
I admit it. Sometimes you’ll come across something so heart-rendingly horrific you’ll gag each time you hear the name. But you’ll also find that gem. The gem that will be your new obsession.
But sometimes you simply HAVE to reread.
Like when Fairest is being released and you feel the need to reread all three books to get into the festive spirit in order to allow yourself to read the actual book.
(I tried doing this with The Blood of Olympus. I didn’t have the patience. I lasted only about two days before I ended up reading the book. Aaah, yes. I marvel at my own patience too.)