Have you ever finished a book and loved it so much you went right back and started re-reading it again?
(And obviously, if so, we want titles!)
I distinctly remember the first time I ran across this phenomenon—it was in an introduction for Rosemary Stuttcliff’s The Sword at Sunset, which had been recommended to me by my very favorite high school librarian. But I’ve never done this, unless you count The Illustrated Book of Myths, which I read and reread constantly as a child. After I finish a book, I need to time to digest it, and I only like to revisit a book once I’ve forgotten enough of the details to make a reread (or listen, nowadays) worth it. And I’m rarely motivated to reread, to be honest—I’m like a book shark, I have to keep moving. Not that I don’t reread, obviously, but reading something twice in a row is something I’ve never done and don’t think I will.