At the end of every year, I find myself with a reading conundrum. I want to end the year with an amazing book. I scour the shelves, my library options, and, yes, sometimes bookstores. In the end, I usually re-read a book. Why? I think it has to do with comfort.
I might want to end the year with an outstanding book but there’s a lot of pressure to find the right one. Will I be disappointed? Does it say something about my reading choices, or even more worrisome, about me as a reader, if I don’t pick the right book? It’s too much pressure to put on a single book and on myself as a reader. I’m not going to even entertain thoughts about what the ‘right’ book would be…
So, I find a book on my shelf that I know. A book I have a relationship with. A book I love. This year, it’s Wuthering Heights. Yes, I’m ending my year with a morose book but somehow that dark, somber read seems appropriate to say goodbye to 2018. There are no regrets about this choice.
I can’t wait to see what 2019 will hold on the book front and to see what stories make it onto my shelf, into my library queue, and what books I write about.
I wish you all a happy and healthy 2019 full of wonderful stories, great moments, and smiles. And of course, books!
2 thoughts on “End of year reading”
Comfort reads are great sometimes, aren’t they. Will you post your new thoughts about a re-read? I always find it intriguing what new take I have on stories I revisit- but I don’t do so nearly often enough.
I finished my re-read on New Year’s Day and it’s been on my mind ever since. So, yes, I think I’ll be writing about it! 🙂