I know I’ve said it many times before, but I really have a hard time rereading books. I can totally see the appeal, but I really struggle with the idea that I’m reading something I’ve already read when there are so many books out there that I want to read and haven’t yet. I also have this inherent fear that I won’t like a favorite as much if I read it again (and let’s face it, we only ever want to reread favorites, right?) Because of all that, I’ve only reread 3 books (for fun; school doesn’t count). And the most recent one is what sparked me to write this post.
The backstory: I still consider myself to be a huge fan of the Percy Jackson series. It has, however, been 5 years since I read a book in this series (Blood of Olympus. I just looked up when it released.) And I know a lot of people don’t really find that weird, and most of me doesn’t. But there is a part of me that wonders what about those books I loved and why they’ve stuck with me. It’s kind of the same deal with Harry Potter, and it’s been even longer since I read those, but Harry Potter is something that I am continually exposed to through new media and rewatching the movies. I can’t say that for Percy Jackson (movies? What movies?). Since The Lightning Thief musical released their cast album (go listen to it. Seriously.), I realized there’s a lot I really don’t remember about the series, especially the original 5 books. So I decided I’d just go for it: I was going to reread The Lightning Thief.
The scene: I have the day off, and I’m super excited because it means I have the whole day to read. I’ve just finished a book I enjoyed, but it wasn’t one of those where I’m still stuck in the world. I feel like I’m ready to move onto the next one because it’s one I’ve been waiting on.
I pick up the book. I read 4 pages. I put the book back down. I pick up a different one. I read 7 pages of that one. I put that one back down. And repeat for 4 books. I give up.
The infernal book slump. I think we’ve all been there before as bookworms. That feeling where no matter what you try to read, nothing’s making the cut. It’s infuriating, especially when you have nothing else slated for the day. It’s really a tragedy beyond belief.
Sometimes I feel like I’m in a strange situation in the reading community. While I follow people who always seem to have at least 3 books on their GoodReads Currently Reading, I struggle with reading more than one book at a time. It’s by no means because I don’t want to be reading more or certain books. I have moments where I’m trying to decide which book to read next and want to read 3, but I know I can’t. While there are definitely exceptions, I just can’t get myself to do it. Here’s why.
Now, you may be looking at the title and wondering if I’m crazy. I often wonder that about myself too. However, I don’t think this is the deciding factor on that front.
I mentioned this in my June Wrap Up post, but I’ve started to read for quality over quantity. It’s something I’m still working on and will probably continue having to actively think about for a while, but I’m slowly starting to find the benefits of it. That has turned into allowing myself days when I don’t read at all. It almost pains me to say that, like I’m worried someone’s going to come and revoke my metaphorical book nerd card for admitting it.