Today, let’s talk about a topic that holds a special place in every bookworm’s heart: re-reading books. Ah, the joy of revisiting familiar stories, reconnecting with beloved characters, and reliving those unforgettable moments! But here’s the twist: as a blogger, I find myself caught in a curious conundrum when it comes to re-reading.
As a child, my collection of books was, shall we say, modest. I re-read those books again and again to the point where I could practically recite them. I vividly remember finishing my very first chapter book, Black Beauty, at the tender age of six or seven. And what did I do immediately after? I flipped back to page one and started the journey all over again.
Fast forward to my life as a book blogger, where time is precious and the TBR pile keeps growing. The intention to re-read is always there. Yet the reality often plays out differently: with ARCs (Advanced Reader Copies) and new releases dominating my reading schedule, re-reading took a backseat. It’s a dilemma many book bloggers can relate to — new books, or old friends? ARCs are a double-edged sword for this reason. On the one hand, they grant us early access to exciting new stories. On the other hand, they create a sense of urgency — a need to finish and review them before they hit the shelves. The pressure to stay current with the literary world can make re-reading feel like a distant luxury.
Amid this pressure of book blogging, I found several exceptions greatly helped my mental health. Childhood favourites were a safe bet that beckoned like old friends, welcoming me home with open arms. These books offer more than just a story: they hold comfort, nostalgia, and a sense of belonging. When I crack one open, I feel like I am returning home.
While the struggle to find time for re-reading persists, there are moments when a particular book’s siren call becomes too strong to resist. It’s when a story refuses to fade from memory, when characters and scenes linger in my thoughts. In those instances, re-reading becomes a necessity — an act of rekindling the magic that once captured my imagination.
As a book blogger, I find myself torn between the old and the new, the familiar and the undiscovered. But no matter where we find ourselves, I cherish joy of revisiting old favourites, even if it’s a rare treat. After all, books are timeless companions that wait patiently on our shelves, ready to welcome us back whenever we decide to return.