I've always had a pretty good memory. I'm forgetful, i.e. I can wander into the kitchen, get distracted, and then can't remember what I went in there for in the first place, but I have a good long-term memory. I remember important dates, I can sing whole musicals (badly, it's true, but I can sing them nevertheless), and I remember almost everything about every book I've read and loved.
See the problem?
I love rereading my favourite books. Unfortunately, I'm never surprised twice. I always know what's coming. I've mentioned my love of Sherlock Holmes before. I also love practically everything Agatha Christie ever wrote. Only, remembering the who kind of takes some of the joy from a whodunnit, doesn't it? There are a few exceptions to this: Daphne du Maurier's Frenchman's Creek, for example. I've read that about ten times in the last two years alone and I never find it any less beautiful.
So, my strategies: put up with it and just reread the book. Or hold off on rereading the book for at least five years. Sigh.
Anyone else have this problem? What do you do to be surprised again? And is there a particular book you can reread till the cows come home and you'll still love it as much as you did the first time?
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