Because you're reading this, there's a good chance that you're a book person. Book people are a subset of human beings. Not only can they read, they almost always like to read. Something. Anything.
For book people, reading is a love affair, an acute fever. However, like people who are really into wine, the tastes of book people are discriminating. Book people both know and prefer the good stuff. The fact that there's a lot of rock-gut reading out there is, for book people, one point in favor of the doctrine of original sin.
Book people know in their bones that the Internet does not portend the extinction of the book. For part of the glory of reading is the peculiar smell of a fine book, the way it feels in your hands, the texture of the page, the quality of the print. Book people do not merely read books. They experience them.
At any given time, there are at least a couple of books hanging around book people. Books lying on night stands, riding in cars, sitting on desks, tucked beneath arms, lounging on porches . Book people have figured out that different places and different times of the day call for different types of books. So they arrange their books. A small collection for every place, and every place with its books. (No, I have no books in my bathroom. But some book people have some in theirs).
Most book people would go so far as to say that they love their libraries. It's been said that the great scholar J. W. McGarvey, just before going on a trip, would sit quietly for a few minutes in the presence of his books, looking at them, communing with them. To non-book people, this sounds bizarre. To book people, it strikes a chord.
Book people know that some books bear re-reading every other year or so. Some books are that delicious, that significant. Such books are not merely read. They are consulted, interviewed, loved for what they are.
So here's my question, book people: Which books do you read every so often? What titles have you have gone back to over and over again? Why?