Some books just feel like home when I open them. A combination of familiarity, love, the story-atmosphere – I don’t know what all. But there’s something about these books, because the idea of having comfort books is not something I came up with; reaching for a well-read book came naturally when I was tired, or sick, or just not doing well that day.
Right now, those books are The Hobbit, The Goose-Girl, The Last Unicorn, and A Tale of Two Cities for me. There are other books I’ve read again and again, other books I’ll read for certain moods or times; but these four are books where every word is familiar, and still I love reading them. The funny thing is that I haven’t read any of those all the way through very recently. I tend to read the first few chapters at night, or in a blank interval between work, and then put it back down. By the time I come back, weeks or months later, I start at the beginning again.
When I do make my way all the way through one of them, that generally either means I have time on my hands and nothing in particular to read, or that it’s a stressful period. Then I’ll pick up the same book every day for a few minutes at a time, starting where I left off until I get all the way through.
Where do you come home? Do you have a title, or a handful of titles, that you come back to again and again? Do you have ‘comfort books’ at all?