I've read this book about thrice in the past eleven months. (I believe in Jane Penderwick's rule- once you have read a book, you cannot, simply cannot read it again until it's a few months later.) For some of my friends, that is two times too many. No one I know has read Harry Potter as many times as I believe I have, for instance. The Penderwicks on Gardam Street? I'm famous in class for reading that about six times during the year. But the Cassons, it's something new each time I read the series, because as the books progress, the characters change so much. It's nice going back to Saffy's Angel and seeing Indigo Casson as an anxious little boy who was scared of heights, or Permanent Rose as so very impermanent, or Saffron as so fierce and doing her homework on the bus. (Do you know how strict Saffy and Sarah are about homework now?)
But that's why I reread books too many times (in my mother's opinion. Especially Harry Potter.) because each time, you find something new, a witty line your favorite character said that you missed the first time around, a whole (gasp!) page that you didn't read, little bits of foreshadowing that you'd only know the second time. It's kind of like finding out pleasant secrets from your best friend. You notice things that seem out of character, things that make you go "I like that guy," to your very confused brother/cousin, anything. There's a little bit of magic in that, I think. Kind of like a friend. And nowadays, we need all the magic we can get.
Quote for Friday, August 14, 2009:
Anybody who watches three games of football in a row should be declared brain dead.
-Erma Bombeck
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