Why I Never Reread My Books?

This topic might feel contradictory to someone who actually rereads their books, especially the ones they bought after paying so much. If you’re wondering whether there are people like that — yes, I am one of them.

I usually don’t reread my books, regardless of their genre. If it’s fiction or a novel, I will never ever reread it, even if it has a gripping story with wonderful narration. Sometimes I used to wonder why I really hate rereading, even the best of the best. The answer to that question became the topic for this blog.

I am someone who loves to read books and savor the first-time experience — the excitement, the curiosity, and the thrill of not knowing what will happen next. Even if it’s non-fiction or a self-help book, I expect that “next-page-flipping” urge, and I’m kind of addicted to it. With fictional novels, I love wondering: Who is the killer? Why did he leave her? Why is she back? What is the actual plot twist? The uncertainty and surprise make the experience magical.

But when it comes to rereading, the magic disappears. Every scene, every plot twist, every line feels predictable, and even before I turn the page, I often remember what’s going to happen. Sure, we can blame my memory power for this (though ironically, I often forget other things I should remember), but the truth is deeper. Reading is about discovery for me. The first experience of a story is unique, fleeting, and intense. Once I know the ending, the suspense is gone, and the story feels like a shadow of itself.

Rereading, for me, isn’t a relaxing or comforting act — it’s more like repeating a movie scene I’ve already memorized. I get no thrill in revisiting it. Instead, I prefer to spend my time discovering something new: a new author, a new plot, or a different perspective. Each book I pick up is an adventure I haven’t experienced yet, and I want that freshness every single time.

This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

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