Have you ever re-read a book you loved and found it less? Not the ones you loved when you were a kid and find wanting now that you’re an adult, a book you read for the first time lately and then went back for a reread. I’m having that experience, and it’s weird. It’s not as though I liked those books for the plots (although the plots were good), I liked the characters, too, but now I find my mind wandering and not finishing. Yet I’ve returned to books I read twenty years ago and still found them compelling.
What makes one book re-readable and another one not?
Oh, and what did you read this week?