This isn’t going to be a long post, as there’s not a whole lot to say on the subject. I’m just really curious if this is just me. I find that when I think back fondly on my favourite books, I remember exactly where I was/what I was doing while reading them. For example…
I remember reading The Hunger Games on my couch in my old apartment.
I remember reading The Selection at a previous job that let me read at work!
I remember reading Ignite Me on my way to and in Mexico.
It’s like I could just go back and revisit the feelings these books gave me and what stage of life I was in when I experienced them for the first time. It’s a pretty cool thing, actually. I wish so badly that I could experience my favourite books all over again – re-reading just isn’t the same!