Most books we read just once. Excepting students of popular culture, who cares about yesterday’s bestsellers? Our thrift stores are awash in unwanted copies of “The Da Vinci Code.” A few books, however, become lifelong companions, works we regularly turn to for comfort, solace, inspiration.
Novelist Ruth Rendell once said that she reread Samuel Butler’s “The Way of All Flesh” every year — until finally switching her annual attentions to Ford Madox Ford’s “The Good Soldier.” Every December more than a few people pick up Charles Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol.” There are devotees who have practically memorized Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice,” Rudyard Kipling’s “Kim” or Henry David Thoreau’s “Walden.”