sometimes the magic only strikes once

Rereading books is an odd thing. Sometimes, the book grows in depth and meaning for the reader. At other times, the reader fails to see why he wanted to reread the book in the first place.

This has been on my mind in recent weeks as I’ve been rereading two very different books by two very different authors. My admiration for Brandon Sanderson is, by now, well known to those who frequent this blog with anything approaching regularity. I recently readElantris for the third time and declared it m...