I know it may seem silly, but this has been nagging at me for a long time. I'm surrounded by incredible books that I've read and want to dive into again because they simply blew me away. Yet there’s also a towering pile of unread books waiting to sweep me off my feet, and that's where I get stuck. Every time I consider revisiting an old favorite, I'm overwhelmed by the sheer number of new adventures calling my name.
I’m curious to hear about your experiences – how do you silence that guilty whisper when you decide to return to a book you've already read? How do you give yourself permission to relive those cherished stories without feeling like you're missing out on potentially new favorites?
by aditi2903