A thought from Rose
The books I reread
Rosemery

Going back to a familiar story isn’t repetition: the one who changed is me.
I reread some books every few years. Not for the plot, which I know by heart, but to find out what they have to say to the person I’ve become.
The same book, a different reader
A sentence I underlined at twenty now seems naive to me. Another one I had ignored now seems written for me.
“Rereading is visiting an old house and noticing the furniture is where it was — we are the ones who changed size.”
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