I recently read a blog where the author stated the worst crime over summer was for someone to say they re-read a book. What the...? Apparently, to re-read is to admit to being arrogant, narrow-minded or dim.
Well, I guess I must be all three.
I love to re-read. To slip into a worn favourite is like slipping on your old slippers. Cosy, warm and comfortable. I have books I have been re-reading for over 20 years - and I'm still not tired of them.
When I'm published I love to think that there might be readers out there who want to re-read my work. That would be the ultimate compliment.