I recently got to take a super quick trip to our beautiful capital city Wellington with my Mum to see a truly exquisite performance of the world's longest running musical, The Phantom of the Opera. It was goosebump-giving good and afterwards Mum and I kept looking at each other, sighing and dreamily saying "So good, so good!" What a terrifically talented local cast! ---->
It's made me dig out my very battered, very loved copy of Phantom by Susan Kay and add it to my TBR pile. Kay's novel is based on the original Gaston Leroux story but with a twist: it's a biography of the title character, Erik. It's kinda hard to find these days but if you can hunt out a copy, I highly recommend you read it. Even though he's the bad guy and madly obsessed with Christine, you'll give a little bit of your heart to the Angel of Music.
Also added to my TBR pile as my newly established book club's first pick is Room by Emma Donoghue. I was almost drooling with anticipation over this book in what felt like a huge lead in time of publicity prior to publication day. And then I read it...and it surpassed my every expectation - read my superlative laden review here. It's become my go-to novel whenever someone asks me that dreaded question "What's your all time favourite book?" (as if there is just one!).
But much in all as I adored Room, I have never re-read it - or Phantom either for that matter. I'm both looking forward to and dreading going back to them: what if, on second readings, they don't live up to the utter fantabulousness I remember? What if I spoil those happy bookiesh memories (like going back to the house you grew up in and seeing it renovated and redecorated)?
Are you a re-reader? Have you ever regretted reading again a beloved novel? Or were any as good as the first time round?