I’ve picked up several books to read recently that I haven’t read since elementary school or junior high. Right now, I’m working on Flowers for Algernon, with Bridge to Terabithia to break up the sadness a little, because Flowers for Algernon is a hard read, possibly even harder than the first time I read it because I know how it ends. Although I’m nearing the end of Bridge to Terabithia, so . . . anyway, that isn’t the point.
I’ve been amazed at how much I’ve forgotten, or how much just went over my head when I was ten years old. The books that have lived one-dimensionally in my memory for so many years are taking on new depths and leaving new imprints on my soul. It makes me wonder how much I’ve forgotten from the books I claim to have read. Can I really list these books among the ones that have become a part of me when I only remember a detail or two about who died or where it took place? My to-read list now stretches in two directions: the ones I’m looking forward to reading for the first time, and the ones I hope to revisit from the past.
What are some of the books you’ve rediscovered from your youth, or that you’d like to reread? Which of your childhood favorites would you recommend?