Yesterday was my ritual trip to Barnes and Noble – I always make it a point to visit the mega store here in Naples because it’s the one time I have lots of room to browse and see what’s new and exciting. I confess – I carry a little notebook in my purse to jot down the books I intend to request from the library. Alas, if I were to buy every book read, there would be no room in either of my houses for anything else and my retirement would be even further off than it already is *sigh*.
This particular trip, I perused the marvelous section of bargain books, the remainders I believe they’re called. I dithered a bit about getting one, but since I was coming to the end of the second book I had brought with me, I decided to pick up something in case I needed another read for the plane. Here’s the one I chose – a perfect vacation read, I thought, about “six unique and vibrant individuals who come together to follow their dreams” at the annual Edinburgh International Festival.
Here’s the thing, though. Ever since I started reading, I’ve had this prickly sense of deja vu. The odd thing is that only some of the sections seem familiar, as if I’d read them somewhere before, while others are perfectly fresh and new.
Now I’ve occasionally picked up a book that I’ve already read – I think every ravenous reader has done that at least once. I usually realize my blunder within about 10 pages, and after chastising myself properly, return the book to the library (or take it to my second hand bookstore if I’ve been foolish enough to purchase it!)
But this experience is a bit different, for it’s not as if the entire novel is familiar, but only bits and pieces. At any rate, there seems to be enough new material to keep me interested – at least until I get home and have access to my TBR pile.
Now tell me, has this ever happened to you?