For many, this is back to school time and it reminds me of a story a friend told about the long-ago day he moved into his dorm room at an Illinois university.
It took him a while to put clothes in drawers and books on shelves and finally, his roommate arrived. The two had never met but shook hands and made some small talk until the roommate noticed the many books filling most of the shelves. He asked, “You gotta read all these books for classes or something?”
“No, I’ve already read them,” said my friend.
The roommate asked, “What you still got ‘em for then?”
A good question, as I now look at my own bookshelves, lined with books that I have read: What I still got ‘em for then?
I suppose because they represent touchstones, their titles able to almost instantly evoke pieces of our own past. But we can also uncover new things about the book and, perhaps, also new things about ourselves. Every winter, I’ll reread Jack London’s “The Call of the Wild” because it gives me some immunity to winter’s cold and snow. (Don’t have time for that novel? Try his powerful short story, “To Build a Fire.”)