I’ve been circling back to a few books I bounced off hard in my early twenties, and it’s been strange how different they feel now. A couple I thought were boring suddenly read like they were written by someone who has actually lived a little, and now I get what they were aiming for. It made me wonder how many books I wrote off just because I wasn’t the right reader yet. Probably the one that surprised me most was a novel I dropped after fifty pages because it felt slow and overly moody. Picked it up again last month on a random night and ended up reading until three in the morning. Same story, same writing, but it landed completely differently this time. I’m curious how often this happens for other people. Are there books you only appreciated on a second (or third) try once life caught up with what the author was talking about?
by throwawayjaaay