- Never because I don’t know where they are.
- Once in a while whenever I can get them away from the dog.
- Whenever I find then hidden at the houses of friends who “borrowed” them.
- Are you crazy, who has time to re-read old books when so many new books are published?
- Whenever my stack of new books runs out and the next Amazon shipment is days away.
My answer to this hastily thrown together set of questions is #5. When I read a great book the first time, I think, “I’ll remember all of this forever.” When I re-read it ten or twenty years later, I’m amazed at how much I’d forgotten.
Returning to a favorite book is like having a new conversation with an old friend. I don’t re-read books as often as literature professors because many of them read books again every time they teach them in a course. While some literary criticism is interesting, I seldom read it, even when it focuses on the books on my selves I like the best. I don’t like being skewed away from my impressions of a book over time by reading what others have said them.
My favorite room at Asheville, North Carolina’s Biltmore House is the library. My library wouldn’t look this good because I buy mostly paperbacks. They don’t wear as well or look as nice on shelves that climb all the way to the ceiling. As it turns out, some of my paperbacks are so old that the pages fall out when I read them. Suffice it to say “Perfect Binding” (the style used for most paperbacks) isn’t perfect. The glue deteriorates over time.
I doubt that any of my old books are worth a lot of money, so you won’t see my name attached to a newsworthy sale of a book at a famous auction house. In addition to the favorites I’ve owned for years, the most dear are those that were once owned by my parents or grandparents. They speak to other times and other places, but re-reading them occasionally is almost like a psychic experience because my imagination tells me what my relatives thought and felt when they once read the words I’m seeing years later.
Every time I re-read a book, I discover something new about the story or about me. Sometimes I remember where I was when I first read it. Sometimes I’m disappointed because I no longer like the story and I see that I’ve changed from the person I was when I thought it was the best thing I read “that year.” However, the books I turn to again and again are always a special pleasure because through luck or magic or the author’s skill, they have kept their excitement, sense and relevance.
Perhaps some of you have found some of the same things to be true whenever you took an old book off a shelf and enjoyed it again.
–Malcolm
Malcolm R. Campbell is the author of “The Sun Singer,” “Sarabande,” “Jock Stewart and the Missing Sea of Fire,” “Conjure Woman’s Cat,” “Eulalie and Washerwoman,” “Mountain Song,” and “At Sea” in addition to numerous Kindle short stories.
Malcolm's Round Table 
I’m mostly #4, though I have reread some books. A few years back (have you noticed that once you’re past 45, “a few years back” could mean anytime from two to a dozen years back?) I reread some of the classics I’d first encountered as a student. The experience was decidedly different from my first visits with those works, partly because I came to them with different opinions and experiences and partly, I’m sure, because I approached them as welcome guests rather than obligatory assignments.
Yep, “a few years back” could be almost anything. I also read new books more often because I see reviews, read posts from others who have read them, etc. But sometimes the supply runs out and I return to my shelves where I’m seldom disappointed.