For years I always sought new books, craved the hit from hearing a new story, an unexpected twist, a character I’d fall in love with. Then, a few months ago, something broke in me and I realized the core components of what I enjoy in a good book already exist in the books I’ve read. This isn’t a revelation to most people, but to me it was. Even though I know the ending, I love the journey. And so I’ve gone back and started re-reading over a dozen books I read in the past. It’s so much fun! I realize there’s so many details I forgot and am able to lose myself in the stories again. Highly recommend it.