Yesterday I was reading something, and the writer mentioned pointed fir trees.
And immediately I was taken back to my old friend, The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett. It's a lovely book, an old-friend-book. It lives in my home and in a little corner of my heart. Every couple of years I reread it.
But ... I do reread. I reread a lot. I'd rather visit with my old-friend-books than make new-friend-books. Is that bad?
The Country of the Firs also has And Other Stories, and the other stories are excellent too, if shorter. It's a cluster of stories all vaguely connected by locale. When I went to Google to lift a photo of the book cover above, I found this! Oh, I love maps. And when I reread Jewett's book this fall, while the cool, autumnal air wafts in my window and the chilling rain drips from the pine trees, this time I'll also study the map.
Are you a rereader?