I recently re-read One Hundred Years Of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. The previous and only other time I read it was in July 2014; I know this because I reviewed it in one of my very first blog posts. (The review is actually surprisingly good: it uses smart words like ‘corporate hegemony’ and only has one spelling mistake.)
One of the main things I discovered while re-reading the book was how little of the story I actually remembered. Most of my memories were linked to the feeling of the book, the epic writing style, the elements of magical realism etc. I had forgotten most of the characters and events.
I read it again and loved it again, perhaps a bit less than the first time around but that is mainly because I’ve learned a lot about consent in the past five years. It was really nice to revisit a book I knew I would like and though I know why I don’t do it more often (there are just so many new books out there to discover as well!) it is a shame.
Looking over my bookshelves, there are three more books that I want to re-read in the near-ish future:
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, funnily enough also last read in 2014. I remember feeling that this book was quite good, though not as good as the hype suggested. I mainly disliked the ending, which I thought was too dramatic. However, I do still hear people recommend this book as one of their favourites every so often and I am curious to know if I would like it better if I went into it with lower expectations. Plus, death as the narrator is still a brilliant find, I think. I haven’t come across anything like it.
The Bastard Of Istanbul by Elif Safak. I read this book a few years ago and it sparked a period where one of my friends and I read many of her books in a row. I remember this one as Safak’s best book (though maybe because it was my first) and I can still picture myself standing in an overcrowded train with my eyes glued to the page.
White Teeth by Zadie Smith. This is another book where I have a strong sense of its atmosphere but remember little of the actual plot. I remember how it starts and one seemingly (can’t say for sure as I don’t remember the rest) insignificant scene towards the end of the book. I believe it was very good, though. It would be a shame never to read it again.
Oh, had I but world enough and time! “But at my back I always hear / time’s winged chariot hurrying near.” Which is my nerdy way of saying: wish me luck!
Which books do you remember reading a long time ago & loving? Are you planning on re-reading them at all? Let’s chat in the comments!