Thinking of re-reading Bridget Jones' Diary.

I have a habit of re-reading. Everything that i like. Once, twice, thrice. More often than not, the books that i would have kept on shelves would have pass the thrice-reading mark. It makes perfect logical sense, if i don't like the book, i wouldnt even bother to finish the book, much less re-reading it. And the converse is true for books that i like.

Some asked me if i wouldn't be bored or sick of re-reading my books. Don't recall ever feeling so. After you accumulate a collection of such re-readings, you can always circulate them. To keep them fresh.

I enjoy re-reading. I could be a sucker for predictability. After all, i am the sort to enjoy spoilers and synosis of shows which i have not watched. Where then is the element of surprise? Oh, but i enjoy surprises too. Just that while i can enjoy the surprise of something unfamiliar seen for the first time, i also enjoy the predictability of something familiar. It is comfortable, like meeting an old friend.

Sometimes re-reading old books help you uncover new things as well. A detail which escaped you in the first reading. An idea which became more apparent after the third time you have read it. Connections which only existed after you re-read it for the umpteen time. I enjoy making new discoveries on well-throdden terrains. It requires more intimate knowledge of the book and is much more satisfying than making a brand new discovery.

Think that i will go re-read Bridget Jones' Diary after all.