Rereading is not nostalgia
I reread four books most years. Each time the book is the same and the reading is not, which is the entire argument for doing it.
Reading
What we finished, what we abandoned, and the four we will reread forever.
In defence of the book you did not finish
I abandon more books than I complete and I have stopped apologising for it. The unfinished ones are doing more work than the finished ones.
A reading year, counted honestly
The library that fits in one shelf
A constraint I set four years ago and have not broken: one shelf, forty books. Everything else is borrowed, lent or let go.
Start reading Reading the morning it publishes
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