Much of my reading falls into the category of rereading, for I've been a serious reader for a long time. I'm teaching Homer's Iliad this term and how many times, how many translations, have I read? Many. And yet I must reread to be there with my students, to know the text intimately, to be a reader. And so I do; I reread.
When I am relaxing at home, I read, which often means rereading. For I read as others listen to music. Seriously. And, so, I often reread restlessly, as I think of it. I don't quite want to read the whole book, but I do want to live in the music of that book. So, I read a chapter here in one book and a chapter there in another book and even glance into a third. That's when rereading becomes restless. Still good.
You can see such from the photo above: four books that offered different music, compelling music. A heroic fantasy, a literary novel about deep swimming, a thriller with sailboats, and a crime novel with a compelling protagonist and a compelling antagonist and a compelling setting, the mountainous area of Montana. Different tunes; different music.
All good; all appropriate; all wonderful. I just wanted a bit of each.
What music am I listening to, reading from, now?
