I don’t do a lot of bookish discussions on the blog these days, so when I felt completely inspired to write a short discussion after visiting Trish’s blog, I decided to jump at it.
Really, it’s not much of a “discussion” post, but more of some bookish thoughts …
So, Trish had a blog post about books she’d like to revisit. One of them was The History of Love by Nicole Krauss. I see this book on so many lists recommending good books. I mean, it’s got to be good, right? I’ve read it, but I have no idea since I’m a forgetful person and can never remember much of a book I read last month, let alone years ago.
But is it really my memory? Did I really love the book? Did I hate it?
I’m wondering if this is one of those books that I would read today and completely fall in love with and never forget. You know those books. They tear at your heart strings and the instant you finish the last page, you want to go right back to the beginning and experience all the feelings over again. I have so many of those books in my life now and if you asked me about them, I could tell you all about them.
So what if it wasn’t just a case of me forgetting about the book, but me just not reading it at the right time?
Years ago, I had high aspirations to read perfect books. I would read these books that everyone loved and I wouldn’t get them, or I’d think they were just okay, or maybe I would hate them. But part of me now thinks that it was a timing thing. Like maybe I wasn’t supposed to read that book at that time because I wouldn’t appreciate it, because I wouldn’t love it.
Can we time our reading of books? Can we go back and read a book all over again and feel the feelings we were supposed to have in the first place without an overwhelming feeling of deja vu? Could there be a reason behind why I start a book constantly and always put it down, eventually putting it back on the shelf partially read … maybe it’s my subconscious telling me that no, now is not the right time to read this book.
You’re not ready.
Wouldn’t it be great to have a little voice in your head that warned you of certain books, those books that your subconscious knows you’ll love 5 years down the road, so back away now and just leave it on the shelf before you ruin what should be an epic moment later in life?
I know I write reviews and thoughts on the blog, but part of me wishes that I’ve been documenting what I’ve been reading for the past 10 years, with a brief note next to the title saying loved it or it was okay or I didn’t get it. Then, a few years down the road, I could’ve gone back to that list with a new understanding and tried again and maybe I would’ve found that next amazing read.
Is it too late to start?
What are your thoughts on the timing of books? Do you think that there are certain books that you’ve read in the past that might have been better read later in life? Do you think you can go back to that book and have the feelings you should have had?