There is some comfort in reading a book that you’ve already read. Especially the ones you have an attachment to. It’s like visiting a dear friend after a long time of absence. It feels like home. Safe. Warm. A place where you feel secure. It doesn’t matter how much you have changed, how much your life changed or what it is happening outside right now, the pages are always there to embrace you. What amazes me in reading a book again is that you always find in the pages new thoughts, ideas, dialogues that you not even remember reading before. Maybe it is because you’ve changed, so your way of reading changed also. And there you are, falling in love for that book again but in a completely different way.