People who know me well are aware of how MUCH I like to read and how MUCH time I spend on it. Re-reading is something I have been doing my whole life. I cannot tell how many times I have read The Mother (Pearl S. Buck), Little Women (Louise M. Alcott) or the Twilight novels (ehem...)
Reading a book for the first time is a defining moment: either you like it or you hate it. And it is almost not possible to change your opinion about it afterwards. But, reading it for a second time -or more- gives you insights about the characters that you probably did not discover the first time; it helps you understand the surroundings, the space in which the story takes place. For example, The Likeness, by Tana French: When I was sure they were gone, I shut the door and stood still in the hallway, listening to the empty house. I could feel it settling, a long whisper like shifting sand, to see what I would do now. Isn't that a great way to describe an empty house? She could have just said: "The house was empty"...
Lately, thanks to our dear S. Meyer and her vamp novels, I have devoted a lot of time to the paranormal genre (urban fantasy, pararnormal romance, supernatural fiction). And... I have noticed I don't exactly enjoy them so much anymore. There is a lot of hype in these genres and now any dumbass teen romance novel is sold as a new-age goth fiction as good as to even rival with Anne Rice's works.
Anyways, I have to decided to re-read all my paranormal books and to evaluate them/analyze them in a intellectual manner and either put them back on the bookshelf or send them directly to ebay (Gotta get the money back)
Sure enough, I will keep Kristin Cashore's books as well as Suzanne Collins'. But the rest, who knows?
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