“If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.” -Oscar Wilde
In my list of read books, I can pick out at least 10 titles that I have read, and enjoyed, more than one time. The others, which were read for the first time, are (mostly) worthy of being read again. The books I enjoy the most carry the genres of “historical romance” and “fantasy”. That’s not saying I don’t read anything else, but those are the ones I get most absorbed in. The stories catch and hold me until the end, getting me to laugh, and often, to shed tears. There’s something about a knight in shining armor (or a handsome prince) that sweeps an ordinary girl off of her feet and they live happily-ever-after-the-end (after, of course, the dragon burns the village to the ground, the man leaves to kill the dragon, and then comes back to marry the girl). I think we’re all in need of a storybook ending.
Books are an escape for me; a way to leave behind the sometimes monotonous routine of every day life. There are very few books that I pick up and read that I don’t enjoy, partly because I don’t even start them if I don’t think I will absolutely love (or maybe just enjoy) the story.
After all, what use is there in escaping into a book that bores you out of your skull?