I've read a couple of classics more than once. When I little, I loved
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and
Greyfriar's Bobby, and read them over and over until I outgrew them (about a year ago
). Reread
Animal Farm, mainly because it's short, a few times, and
Jane Eyre, because I once saw a production of it in a theatre. Have read
Dubliners, by James Joyce more than once because I needed to understand it for an exam, and the same with Shelley's
Frankenstein, but I would actually choose to reread those anyway. Have reread several of Nabokov's fine writings, namely
Lolita,
Pnin,
Sebastian Knight,
Glory and
the Enchanter.
Currently rereading
Owen Meany by John Irving, because I read it the first time when my mum was studying for her degree when I was an early teen, and remembered little. Since John Irving is remarkably capable of invoking just about any emotion, and excellent at creating characters, and just pretty damn amazing, I think he has become my new comfort rereading fodder. The mum's degree has just reminded me of other favourite rereads, which are
The Color Purple by Alice Walker and
Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank and anything by Jostein Gaarder.
Oh, and a few years ago went through a Bill Bryson phase, and then a Margaret Atwood one, and have read several of their works several times each, so often that I could quote "
To be fair, English is full of booby traps for the unwary foreigner. Any language where the unassuming word fly signifies an annoying insect, a means of travel, and a critical part of a gentleman's apparel is clearly asking to be mangled." in my sleep.