I USED to think there was so many books in the world that I would never need to read the same one twice.
It seemed a waste of time.
Lately, though, I've come around to another way of thinking. I've found myself drawn to books that take me back to a specific place or time. It's like pulling on an old, favourite cardigan: cosy and familiar.
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