I was thinking about this the other day. Why reread a book? There are so many other books out there, fantastic books, amazing books, new ones by your favourite authors, other ones recommended by your friends that will take you somewhere new and exciting, perhaps one that grabs you from the bookshelf in the library or bookshop and insists that you read it because it just looks so interesting.

Yet many people have a favourite book or two ( or three or four) that they go back to more than once. I certainly do. My Mum in law Betty did too. She read voraciously but every year or two she would reread Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte and Wax Fruit by Guy McCrone, just because she loved the stories and the way they were told.

For me, rereading my favourites is like a comfort blanket. I can disappear into a story and a world that I know really well and leave reality behind for a bit We tend to do that whenever we read, but having something familiar and beautiful, even if it’s not all sweetness and light, is so uplifting.

So today, make yourself a nice cup of tea, dust off an old favourite and allow youself some time to indulge

Izzy