Have you ever read a book, then had something dramatic in your life happen, and then when you read the book again, the whole story seems to have changed?
I rarely read a book more than once. It has to be something special for me to do that. It has to be that so thoroughly bonds me to the characters that I don’t only want to read it, I need to read it. I need to visit those fictional friends that I made in the book again.
I can count on one hand how many of those books I’ve run across.
- Where Did The Baby Go (Golden Books) This was the one book that I read repeatedly as a child. I still remember laying across the back of the couch reading this while my mom vacuumed.
- Pit Pony (Wiki says it was first published in 1990, which is not possible) I read this book in middle school for the first time, I think. I was fascinated by the history, but more so with the relationship between the boy and the pony.
- Sweet Wild Wind (1982) This was among the first historical romance novels that I read. I still have it in hard cover…somewhere. The dust jacket is gone and the book looks very well worn. It’s been a long time since I cracked it open and I suspect that life will have changed this story drastically for me.
I’m reading a book like that now.
A lot has happened since that first reading over a year ago.
Dialogue that made little impact on me back then, hit me in a whole new way. It’s as if the characters are saying the unspoken words that I wish that I would have. Done the things I wish I had done in situations that have nothing to do with what the story is about.
Time has a way of making scenes that I used to love, seem not so loveable anymore.
And as I read this book, I know that this will be the last time.