The comfort reread, and what it says about your life right now

I have a small, slightly embarrassing ritual. When I can’t decide what to read next, I reread something I already know. Sometimes it is one chapter. Sometimes it is the whole book, like slipping into a familiar coat that still fits even if I have changed shape in the meantime.

This is the point where the productive part of my brain tries to intervene. You could be reading something new, it hisses. You could be expanding your horizons. You could be… achieving.