There’s a certain type of book that I reread on a regular basis, which feels a lot like comfort food. I rarely find new insight, although sometimes I’ll notice something new. Occasionally I’ll realize I don’t like the book as much.
The past fall and winter have been trying, and so I’ve done a lot of rereading over the last several months. Herewith, the list:
Raymond E. Feists’s Riftwar Saga
A Darkness at Sethanon
Guy Gavriel Kay’s Fionavar Tapestry
The Summer Tree
The Wandering Fire
The Darkest Road
Anne McCaffrey’s Harper Hall Trilogy
Suzette Haden Elgin’s Ozark Trilogy
Twelve Fair Kingdoms
The Grand Jubilee
And Then There’ll Be Fireworks
No insights; no new discoveries; no great change in how much I enjoyed them. They provided just the comfort of familiarity that I needed.