“If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.” ― Oscar Wilde
When I get hooked on a good book I read it over and over and over. I’m sure most of us do. It’s amazing how many things we miss in that first read. Personally, I get so caught up in the story line (usually finishing the book in one sitting) that I miss so many things, like hair color, eye color, what town the characters were in. I let myself dive into the story and get lost in the turmoil that the characters find themselves in.
This is why I never go to the library. I love to buy my books and place them on my over packed bookshelves so they are always around when I get to itch to fall in love with my favorite characters all over again.
Each time I reread one, it’s like a whole new story. I pick up on subtle subplots and fall in love with the book all over again. I find myself rooting for different characters—ones that I hardly noticed the first time around.
My Blood Approves by Amanda Hocking has to be my all time favorite series. I can’t even begin to count how many times I’ve read it and each time I finish I just can’t wait to pick them up again.
I remember this first time I read the series. I was home sick with a nasty flu. But even with how horrid I felt, I just couldn’t put the books down. I read the whole series in two days.
The first time around, I thought Jack was really amazing. He was sweet and Peter was just a big jerk. Once I finished I went online, read some reviews, and thought… CRAP. Did I miss something? More than half of the reviews loved Peter. I just didn’t understand why. He was hardly in the story, showing up for a chapter and then vanishing again and he was around he really wasn’t that great.
But I just couldn’t shake the feeling I missed something important so I went back to the first book and started again. It was like reading a whole new story and, I hadn’t thought it was possible, but I loved the books even more. By the time I finished the series for the second time I had laughed, cried, Amanda Hocking had managed to touch ever part of me.
It was 9:30 at night and I’m pretty sure it was a Thursday when I finished (for the second time). I called my Mom in tears, because, Peter wasn’t a jerk. He was… amazing and I felt absolutely heartbroken. My Mom listened to me cry, and laugh. I told her the whole story, every little detail. And then… I went back to the first book and started again, because, well, I just didn’t want the story to end—LIKE EVER!