Booking Through Thursday – Replay

It’s been a while since I joined in with the wonderful Booking Through Thursday and their weekly Meme so when I saw this weeks post titled Replay I couldn’t resist getting involved.

The topic this week is;

Have you ever finished a book and loved it so much you went right back and started re-reading it again?

Now this is a concept on which I have strong feelings, not because I am a serial re reader, actually far from it. But because I have never been able to re read a book straight after reading it. In fact I would be hard pressed to find a book I would want to read again even a year later.

That isn’t to say I chastise anyone who does, quite on the contrary I admire people who can and do re-read books, but I’ll be honest I rarely even consider re reading a book  and hadn’t though of doing so until I saw this post on BTT.

What about you? Can you re read a book straight after finishing it? Do you like to? Or do you prefer to re read a book after a lengthy time has passed?

I know I’m not the only one who struggles with re-reading books and I’m not entirely sure where the problem for me lies. All I do know is that whenever I pick up a previously read book (no matter how much I loved it the first time round) I can never get back into it.

Perhaps its because I am impatient and my TBR list is so high, the thought of reading old books just seems so time-consuming that I can’t bring myself to it. In the back of my mind I can permanently see a list of other appealing and un reads books vying for my attention, the demand is too much to really soak up an old read.

I have always felt a pang of jealousy though when a fellow reader expressed the comfort they received from re reading again and again a classic favourite. Perhaps I jut need to try harder?

The last book I read and really adored was The Girls by Lori Lansen, and even though I finished it in the airport and only had a collection of short stories to keep me going I favoured those because for me the book was far too fresh in mind. To start the book again so soon would be to re read words, phrases and ideas that I had only just devoured, my attention would never be strong enough for that.

All of that said I have managed to re-read the His Dark Material Trilogy by Philip Pullman but for me these books contain so much magic and so many characters and other worlds that a re read only allows me to re discover events and details previously missed. And I don’t think I could ever re read them straight after putting them down.

I can re-read a short story, although I’ve never tried re reading it again straight after reading it but I’ll now give that a go. Off course short stories are not so consuming and therefore I am not plagued by the other books on my TBR that this rereading is preventing me from enjoying.

There is though one book that I can and will read and read and that is Disaster With The Fiend…but that is a children’s book and therefore not the greatest of challenges. I’ve never re read it again after just finishing it but I’m also going to give that a go, and who know’s I might just like it.

I adore this book because it transports me back to my childhood where I would read it with my Grandfather at the kitchen table. If, for me any book is worthy of an immediate re read then this is the one.

So what about everyone else? Please do let me know your feelings on Replaying books and your experiences of doing so.

Don’t forget to leave your comments at BBT too or even better re post this question with your own answers on your blog.


Retro Reading

I’m pretty much known for being able to read just about anywhere, on a bus, in bed, the beach, in front of the TV, you name it. But is reading in the toilet of a bar going too far? Even I have limits to my addictive reading habits and had drawn a line here…until recently.

I was on a night out with friends in Manchester and we visited Retro Bar, a brilliant venue for music and nights out, but a perfect reading spot? You wouldn’t think so would you? Yet when I went to the little girls room I found the toilets decorated with the most amazing and nostalgic pages from vintage annuals.

 Remember things like the Bunty, Mandy or the Twinlke annuals?  I don’t want to exclude any men here and I do remember my little cousin reading The Beano and Champion annuals.

I used to absolutely love getting Bunty and Twinkle annuals every Christmas and looking back this is probably where my love affair with reading first began. It was when I first realised that reading could be a method of transportation into another world. Reading about the wonderful world of Bunty as a child I remember being engrossed in Bunty’s life and her adventures and I would often lose myself in day dreams where I too lived in Bunty’s world, attending Christmas parties with her and her friends.

From here my love of books took off and even now at 25 I still seek out books that have this effect on. I was surprised then by how easily I had forgotten my love for annuals as a child and their importance in sealing my interest in reading. It wasn’t till I was in the toilets of this bar that I found myself being transported back in time to Christmases as a young girl devouring the pages of various annuals.

Did anyone else read these as children? Perhaps you still have some copies? I’m kicking myself that as a child I didn’t treat my possessions with more care because then I might still have a few copies of these precious items. I’ve turned out rather sentimental so I’d love to get my hands on an original copy.

From my Bunty obsession I next moved onto what I considered at the time to be more grown up reading. I started to read the Disaster with the Fiend books by Sheila Lavelle. Has anyone else read these books? I used too love reading them with my grandfather at the kitchen table, I would pretend that I couldn’t read as well as I was capable off so that my grandfather would read them out to me in a dramatic and entertaining way.

After seeing the toilets at Joshua Brooks decorated with copies of old annuals I scoured my childhood book collection and while I sadly couldn’t find my annuals I did find my disaster with the fiend books and I instantly read one. Magically I was transported back to that same kitchen were I had first read this book. The sense of nostalgia was amazing.

I love that this particular bar chose to decorate the toilets  in such an imaginative way and it’s now sparked my interest in looking back on all of the books that formed important chapters of my childhood. I think this might be the start of a little mission, clearing out the attic, scouring the internet for copies of all of these books that were so iconic in my childhood.

Did you read annuals as child? Do you recognise pages like these from childhood books? Perhaps you have a particular book that started of your reading journey? I’d love to hear your thoughts.