Re-Reading and No Writing

I thought being on bed rest would give me more time to blog. And I suppose it does, but I haven't had anything I wanted to say. So I'll throw this boring stuff out there.


Reading Shelf Discovery by Lizzie Skurnick has put me in a nostalgic mood. I was already reading Chronicles of Narnia with Kraken (and T-Rex, though CS Lewis is just a bit above his head) and Shelf Discovery made me want to go re-read every book mentioned that I'd already read (many of them) and rush to the library to check out the ones I hadn't.


The book I started re-reading today wasn't mentioned by Skurnick except in passing when discussing another book (Harriet the Spy, if you must know) but is one of my favorite books EVER. To Kill a Mockingbird.


If you've never read this book, go out right this minute and get it. If you've read it, you love it. (If you've read it and don't love it - please don't tell me. My soul will shrivel.) Every time I read this book, I notice something new.


Some people don't understand re-reading. I personally don't understand that, do you really understand a book until you've read it a second or third (or fourth or fifth or sixth...) time. Go re-read your favorite book. See if you don't find something new.