reading for pleasure
You might not know it if you read my blog, but I do read a lot of new fiction, in addition to all the rereading I do. In fact, this summer, I've read more than three books that have gone on the "favorites" list in my head.
(They are: Ready Player One, Water for Elephants and the Iron Druid series.)
But of course, I also did a lot of rereading this summer, as well. Rereading gives me immense pleasure. (I also watch movies repetitively, of course.) Rereading is more pleasurable than reading new books, because I already know I love the book.
I'm fickle: I'm just not gonna keep reading a new book if it doesn't catch my attention and keep it in the first few pages.
Last month I did a reread of the Sookie Stackhouse books.
Last night I started rereading the Anne of Green Gables books.
(I'm nothing if not eclectic in my tastes.)
I think I might do a reread of the Belgariad/ Mallorean series next; it has been awhile. Although, I've been wanting to do a reread of the Rachel Morgan/ Hollows novels. Hmm....
Obviously, I fall in love with characters. That's one reason I love series so much. They allow me to keep reading more and more about a person I become invested in. Male, female: doesn't matter so much. I just love interesting people.
And I love twists. Oh, boy do I love twists. And I love complication. Complicated characters, complications in plot. I'd rather everything wasn't black and white, thank you very much.
Thank you very much.