There are only three books I have had read or had read to me over and over again.
I went to Catholic school, so I have had to read the Bible several times, cover to cover. Mandatory and no further comment needed.
Prior to that, I had two favourite books as a kid. “Billy goats gruff”, and I was absolutely terrified of the troll under the bridge. Then there was a calm, cute little golden book story called “The Poky Little Puppy.” It was about a little dog who displayed characteristics of a kid with inattentive ADHD, and I identified with the little cutie. Also, the artwork was really sweet.
Only children’s books read at a certain age, where repetition was a part of my learning and comfort routine, did I seek the familiarity of the same book read over and over. Repetition does not give me comfort as an adult. I don’t think I would have the patience to actually finish a second round of a novel unless I was reading it to someone for their benefit. At some point, I guess I’ll be reading “The Hobbit” to a grandchild.
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