Mujer leyendo, soñando despierta, 1921
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When I read, or reread, I always have a highlighter handy.
I believe whether by underlining or highlighting the phrases that move us in some way, far from ruining a new book, enriches it.
In the case of rereading (which is what I do more often now), it’s an added pleasure to notice what once moved me and to be surprised by other thoughts I may have overlooked.
My son appreciates it, especially when I lend him philosophy books with highlights and marginal notes, so he skips the hard parts and focuses on the vibrant yellow executive summary.
With this in mind, I finished my week rereading, or rather, rereading myself.
I picked up my fluorescent highlighter and focused my attention on the double pleasure of returning to certain recent passages.
An unexpected bouquet of flowers.
A timeless hug.
A story about dragons. Thank you, Natalia.
The weight of a small bag of sugar, close to my heart.
Those were the highlights of my week, and how pleasant it is to review them.
I think that, aside from my practice of rereading old books from my library, I’m going to insist on this habit of rereading myself.
Not because my days are so interesting, but just as happens when you pick up an old book, you go deeper, discover new layers, and perhaps gain a better understanding of what you’ve read, or lived.
From now on, I’ll revisit my books and my days, as always, highlighter in hand.
“I have tried more to reread than to read…
except that to reread, one needs to have read”.
Jorge Luis Borges
