So, as I embark on my sixth year of writing down (almost) everything I read, I am still adjusting to what that log does to my reading habits and preferences. I think I am rereading less, and when I do reread, I think I’m choosing from a wider selection of the books on my shelf. On the other hand, that may be because I’m working in a library now, and have more new books home on a regular basis. Or because my reading habits change over time. Hard to tell.
I do think, though, that I used to have a set of books that I would reread very frequently, once a year or more. Comfort books. Now, this may have been a figment of my imagination; I have no record of the books I read before I kept records. It seemed like I read The Edge and The King Must Die and Prince of Foxes every year, but did I? I have no idea.
Now, though, as I browse my bookshelf for something nice and comforting, I do have in the back of my mind something like what could I possibly say in another blognote for Cordelia’s Honor?
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,
-Vardibidian.