All year round is ideal for reading, but the summer it is perhaps the star time. Free time, tranquility, favorable places to take those readings that we have pending for centuries. Or why not? To make a rereading of those books that one day came to us in a special way. And that reasons we give ourselves to retake or remember them? Or maybe we have never reread. Let's see.

Age

It was that book of the childhood or youth. One who we were surprised, overwhelmed or amazed. We were children or adolescents who began to discover readings of all kinds of genres. That one was given to us by an aunt, a cousin, a friend. That one had to be read in the cole by obligation and it turned out to be a great find. They talked about him in the institute, or you had to read it also in the list of those of Literature.

Maybe it was a classicAlthough those were difficult and most of us were boring, but ... who knows. Maybe it was the editorial bombshell of that year. I read myself The perfume, by Patrick Süskind, on a summer afternoon in 1987. And Jean-Baptiste Grenouille went on to top the list of those first fascinating characters that are beginning to stand out in my imaginary reader.

And as time passes it may happen that we want recover those moments. Rediscover that sifted feeling by age.

Surprise effect

Sometimes it doesn't take years to reread a good book. And although the surprise effect has already been lost, it is possible that in this rereading we will find new ones. That chapter, character, passage or simple phrase that we had erased or forgotten and that jump from memory with a new stroke, aroma, image or aftertaste.

Or it just surprises us the way our eyes read now what at the time was a revelation. For better or worse. But we got that surprise back.

Magic

Magic is a concept that tends to back out at the time of a rereading. Again perhaps memory can play tricks on us with content. PBut the magic stayed then and we wish to feel it again. We remember it. That title had it. You don't have to lose it. You just have to recover it or locate it in other nuances, other paragraphs or other characters.

Although it is more possible that it is irretrievably lost in that rereading. Then it comes disappointment or sadness. But the magic will always exist. A new reading will come and that spell will come up again.

Anxiety and rush

Because there are those books that we read in a sigh. Or because we were wanting it and we flew to the bookstore to get hold of it and break the reading record in a couple of days. To top it off, it may happen that know us a little and we almost started it all over again to devour it again. There are those who are strong and can hold out for a while, but they know that sooner or later that piece of book will fall again.

Faultlessly

And it is that there are precisely those pieces of books. That soap opera that you expected like May water and it has not disappointed you. Recent or past. There are those books that do not fail and those who return again and again. And the time between rereadings does not matter. They have everything and they manage to maintain the magic and the surprise. There is no rush or anxiety because there is only pleasure. The favorite passages, the admired characters, the round plot ...

Nothing changes, only the delight of recreation in that pleasure. Go back to that exciting or terrifying moment, the most romantic or the most tragic moment. Reread over and over the avatars of the protagonists, their sorrows or their joys. Get to that climax and feel that it is the same emotion Or, if not that, still a bigger one because time and your eyes recreate it in another way.

So what do you say? ¿Reread? No? Which are your books of a thousand re-readings? Or the ones that you will never touch again?