Every once in a while, a wave of nostalgia engulfs me and I feel the urge to reread a well-loved book. Sometimes, I let myself return to those worlds I love and those characters I hold dear, and the feeling of opening up one of my most worn novels is delightful. But most of the time, I feel the pressure to pick up those new releases that have been sitting on my shelves for a while and are getting older by the minute.
I think that most of us, avid readers who are making their reading life public via a bookish community, sometimes feel pressured to read certain books. Or to read, period.
I am pretty new to this book blogging thing and not very consistent at it, unlike most of my fellow book bloggers, but I can already feel the pressure that comes with creating content for my platform and the few people I have shared my URL with.
In the last few months, I spent a good long while asking myself: Should I reread my favorite series? Should I not? Wouldn’t I be better off reading some other books that have been sitting in a dusty pile on my shelves for way too long? In the end, I decided to go for it and pick up the All Souls Trilogy all over again because I love it and I should always do what feels right for me, period. Those other books will still be there waiting.
I had a truly wonderful time rereading my favorite trilogy. The most pleasant part was not only to go back to a world and characters I love, but also to let go of that unnecessary pressure I put on myself when it comes to reading.
Because reading is a solitary activity, I think we should make it an occasion to disconnect from the rest of the world and to dive into a whole new world that is miles away from our own. And reading is only enjoyable when we give ourselves permission to pick up what we really want to read, not what we think we should be reading.
In the end, we should read for ourselves and never for others, whether they be publishers, your readers, your viewers or your friends and family. Let me tell you that rereading my favorite series, just because I felt like it, has been like running myself a warm bath and soaking in it for hours: relaxing and reinvigorating. Now I feel ready to pick up some new books.
I’ll also try to never feel pressured to pick up a certain book ever again because reading for fun is way more satisfying, you guys. I hope you never forget it, even though online bookish communities make it hard sometimes.
If you ever feel overwhelmed by the height of your to be read pile or by social expectations regarding what book you should be reading, I invite you to go back to one of your favorites rather than picking up a new one. Trust me, it’s good for the soul😇.