I've always had a pretty good memory. I'm forgetful,
i.e. I can wander into the kitchen, get distracted, and then can't remember
what I went in there for in the first place, but I have a good long-term
memory. I remember important dates, I can sing whole musicals (badly, it's
true, but I can sing them nevertheless), and I remember almost everything about
every book I've read and loved.




See the problem?




I love rereading my favourite books.
Unfortunately, I'm never surprised twice. I always know what's coming. I've
mentioned my love of Sherlock Holmes before. I also love practically everything
Agatha Christie ever wrote. Only, remembering the who kind of takes some
of the joy from a whodunnit, doesn't it? There are a few exceptions to
this: Daphne du Maurier's Frenchman's Creek, for example. I've read that
about ten times in the last two years alone and I never find it any less
beautiful.




So, my strategies: put up with it and just
reread the book. Or hold off on rereading the book for at least five years.
Sigh.




Anyone else have this problem? What do you
do to be surprised again? And is there a particular book you can reread till
the cows come home and you'll still love it as much as you did the first time?







PS. A big thank you to everyone who's signed up for my LOST GIRL Pub Day Splash so far! If you're interested and haven't yet signed up, you can do so here. I'm giving things away!
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