Rereading These 7 Classic Books Makes My Life Better

Seriously, keep rereading your favorites.

I can rewatch my favorite movies over and over again, especially comedies. I love waiting for my favorite jokes. They never get old to me. For example, I can’t even count how many times I’ve seen Step Brothers and Superbad. And still, every time, my favorite jokes are all funny to me.

But when I reread a book, a bigger and better thing seems to happen: I get something out of it.

Each time I read a book again, I become invested in a new way. Perhaps it’s because I’m older and I have a slightly different view of the world. Maybe it’s simply a nostalgic journey. Each time, I feel that I have a new take on the book. A new treasure was deep inside the pages.

If you’re like me, you sort of read a lot of books in high school, and they didn’t thrill you to the bone. They didn’t shock your core like a few book nerds in the class swore they didBut when I finally reread them, they became favorites. Each year, they remain on my list.

For me, rereading my favorite books is not just a trip down memory lane. It’s a moment of transcendence.

Here is my Top 7:

The Great Gatsby

I first read this in high school, then a few times in college. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized what a truly amazing person Daisy Buchanan is. It took me well into adulthood to realize she’s the greatest bitch ever written.

The Lover

When I was young, I was very into this story about a young lover having an affair with an older lover. Now that I could be the old lover’s age, I shout, What are you doing with your youth, you idiot child! Of course, this book is always good.

As I Lay Dying

At first, this book just confused to me. I gave it one final shot. It’s still the darkest, funniest book I’ve ever read.

Jane Eyre

Don’t kill me—I read this for the first time last year. I had tried so many other times, and I hated it. I watched some weird Netflix version and decided to go for it. Holy shit! This book is good. I plan to reread it again, and have already started rereading my favorite passages.

To Kill a Mocking Bird

Don’t judge me, but I never actually read this until I was out of college. It might have been for the best, because I love it so much and try to read it once a year.

Love in the Time of Cholera

I think I tried this a few times. It really stuck once I fully understand heartbreak and forgiveness. I’m still figuring that out. Each time the book means more and more to me.

Tortilla Flat

I loved this book the first time I read it, somewhere in my youth. As I’ve gotten older, it rings more true. The survival, the drinking, the men—well it doesn’t feel so far off from reality sometimes.