A Summer of Rereads

I’ve been rereading a lot this summer. On the train, at the bus station, on our porch, in my Dad’s big arm chair, in bed, at my desk, on the kitchen counter, in the morning, in the sunshine, in the moonlight, at the sea, and in the sand, I’ve been rereading stories that have once moved me and are still moving to me – only differently, now that a few good chunks of time have gone by.

There were stories about the past like

The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera and

Schlafes Bruder by Robert Schneider

and stories about the future like

1948 by George Orwell and

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

and stories about growing up like

The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls and

Jumping the Scratch by Sarah Weeks and

So B. It also by Sarah Weeks and

Die Langerundkinder by Marie Hamsun and

The Fault In Our Stars by John Green

and books about education like

Auf die Lehrer kommt es an by Michael Felten and

Schule besser meistern also by Michael Felten and

The Education of Little Tree by Forrest Carter and

and Guntramgirlssummerclassics like

Bachelor Boys by Kate Saunders and

The Bride Quartet by Nora Roberts

and poetry by amazing women such as Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni, Rita Dove, and Frances E.W. Harper

and The Story about Being Human – the Bible.

When I told my Mama that this summer, interestingly, I just cannot seem to truly commit to any new book, new story, new journey but was rather rereading a lot of different kinds of books, she replied without any hesitation, as if the answers had waited on her tongue for a long time:

Maybe you’re in a phase of deepening yourself right now.

I’m not sure what exactly the implications of this statement are, but I know it’s true.

To reading! And rereading!