The Perpetual Page Turner is having a re-readathon this weekend. I can’t promise I’ll dedicate the entire weekend to reading, but what I have of it? I’m so looking forward to going back in time…
There are such a plethora of books which have laid claim to my heart. I’m thinking of the ones from early on, especially. The ones that first drew me into reading and never let me go. Charlotte’s Web, read at least 8 times on our first trip to Europe in 1969. The Children’s Bible read throughout the summer of 1973 when it was first released by Tyndale Press. The Little House books which never let me down in their tales of courage and simplicity, or the Narnia Chronicles which my mother read to me before I could read myself.
I could reread meaningful classics, certainly, such as A Tale of Two Cities. Or, the meaningful ‘romance’ novels such as Possession or Anna Karenina. But this weekend? As long as I’m rereading? I’m going to go way back. Back to when I was a child and read as a child.
How wonderful it will be.