When I was reading Neil Gaiman’s “The Sandman” epic I often thought I can only experience this for the first time once. It’s just so good.
I’m reading “Girl Interrupted” by Susanna Kaysen now which I flew through in one session fifteen years ago. I remember because my friend wanted me to leave but I had to finish the book.
Then later I drove from Oakland to Los Angeles with pinkeye. I don’t recommend that.
I’m not loving “Girl Interrupted” as much this time. Maybe because I have read a lot of mental illnesses books since. Maybe because books like Marya Hornbacher’s “Madness: A Bipolar Life” speak more personally to me. I will say I can’t imagine spending a year hospitalized. The longest I have ever needed inpatient mental health was a couple weeks after a very major mania.
And then there are books like “A Man Without a Country” by Kurt Vonnegut I can read over and over. And some by the same author like “Cat’s Cradle” which don’t re-read as well for me. So it goes.