Pradeep Sebastian writes in his column End Paper about re-readings of a book and what maketh a book lover.
I HAVE always thought a true book lover is one who rereads. To know one book well than to know many peripherally. It can take the form of revisiting a favourite book or just rereading a favourite passage.
When people make train journeys I’ve noticed they seem to prefer taking along a book they’ve already read. Like a known companion. Increasingly, it seems to me that what a committed reader has with a book is a relationship. And that it’s like most relationships sustaining, volatile, vulnerable.
The question is does the book remain the same book the second time around? Are we even the same readers when we revisit these books? I am sure many of you have marvelled at how the same book expands before you, surprising and humbling you with how much you missed seeing on the first reading.
Wise words. The same could be applied to movies as well. Just wanted to add, if I watch all the movies that release, I am not a good movie lover.