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There are some books I've started a number of times, tried hard to like, did not finish them only to try again a year later, or a few years later, and reading on and on to the end and finally falling a little bit in love with them. Until a few years ago, the book in this position was Woolf's To the Lighthouse, one I took with me on every holiday, took it back unread until reading it over a few hours one day and absolutely loving it.
This book has been the new To the Lighthouse for the last few years. Decided to pick it up again yesterday morning, could not stop reading. Now it's time to find a new book to struggle with.