When I was younger, I reread books all the time! It was easy, and honestly, I didn’t know just how many other options there were out there. I loved the books I already owned, and I just kept reading them over and over again, no shame at all. I would just pick one of my faves up and simply reread it, with no worries about the impending doom of my TBR. Nowadays, my TBR is suffering because I just have so many things I want to read next. Rereads seem like they would be a waste of time, but you know what? They’re not. This is my blog and you can’t tell me what to do.
This is only my second post in this series, and I've already come to the conclusion that I was an extremely dramatic child.