This is from an article, "6 Things You'll Never Regret Doing". I think I'll do this. It's hard to stop at your second or third though. It might be Little Women or Huck Finn or My Antonia. I also might revisit Cashamara and see why I loved it so much in high school, or maybe a Nancy Drew.
Rereading Your Second Favorite Book
My favorite book is
As I Lay Dying
by William Faulkner. I reread it every year. Many other people also
have this habit with their favorite books, including Faulkner himself,
who used to go back to
Don Quixote, my father, who returns to
The Angle of My Repose,
and my friend Allison, who revisits the Bible. What I've noticed across
the board is that these books tend to be the ones with fat, thick
spines and wise, life-changing import. They teach you big things. Your
second- or third-favorite book, however, is like a younger child; it
doesn't have to work that hard—it can even goof off. Mine is
Little House in the Big Woods,
which I've also learned a lot from (specifically to always mind my pa
and never go sledding on Sundays). And yet until this year, I didn't
make room for it on my to-reread list. Because we tend to think of
“favorite” as singular. A favorite book. A favorite movie. A favorite
person. But it's not as if adding to that group will diminish your
feeling for the first selection. Choosing favorites may just be like
loving: the more, the more rewarding.
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