BY REBECCA SPARROW
It’s literary comfort food; like a serving of warm apple crumble on the coldest and bleakest of nights. Re-reading books that are our favourites can be a source of comfort, a reliever of boredom, something soothingly familiar when the world around us has gone mad.
I’ve read Little Women more times than I care to remember. I dip into Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird (a non-fic book on writing) every few months. And when I need reminding of how great deliciously written comedies can be I turn to The Girls’ Guide To Hunting Fishing by Melissa Bank. On the other hand, I can’t bear the thought of re-reading books like To Kill A Mockingbird because it impacted me so greatly when I read it for the first (and only) time in the mid 90s.
The Hunger Games (the first book in the Hunger Games trilogy)