My friend SueB was telling me about her grandmother, whose memory is not what it used to be. As a consequence, her grandma is the most content person in the world, watching On Golden Pond and reading the same four James Herriott books over and over.
Did you catch that last bit? I know! Ding-ding-ding-ding!
I got to making a mental list of books I'm going to be THRILLED to re-read once my memory has more holes than... hm, I was going to come up with a simile that involved old underpants, but then I thought better of it... well, once my memory goes:
- the complete novels of Jane Austen and Carol Shields
- P.G. Wodehouse's Bertie and Jeeves stories
- Tender Is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald
- Forrest Gump
- Harriet the Spy
These are all books I absolutely adore, but I've read them almost to death. It's a bad sign that I've done this before I've even reached (optimistically) middle age. Now they sit on my shelves, beckoning me to pick them up, but I'm afraid to because I fear that this time will be the last time... that I will have officially overexposed myself to a novel and therefore can never read it again. Fortunately, I now realize that I have senility to look forward to, with the opportunity to discover these books afresh... over and over.
Does anyone understand what I'm talking about, or have I accidentally been ingesting crazy pills again? They sit in my medicine cabinet right next to the sanity pills, so it's easy to make a mistake.