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

Magician: Apprentice

Magician: Master


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.