I’ve had a craving for Harry Potter lately. Like, the way you crave fried chicken or ice cream when you haven’t had it in a while. The line “After all this time…Always” has been playing on a loop in my brain. It’s as if my brain and heart are singing a siren song to me, begging me to bury myself in the world of Muggles and wizards again. I’ve read it so many times before, but of course I’ll read it again. No matter how many times I’ve read the whole series (and bawled my eyes out at the end) I’ll gladly read it again. And again. And again and again and again and again. And find more to love, and more I missed, on each reading. So I started rereading it, and I’m very, VERY excited for it.
Honestly, I don’t know if anyone else can relate to this, but I love REREADING things almost more than I love reading them the first time. When I know what’s coming and have an idea of the shape of the plotline, I enjoy it so much more. So, most of my books have been read at least four or five times. I don’t even consider a book read until the second time through, to be totally honest. You can tell which books are my favorites – or at least captured my imagination for a time – because they’re beat up and falling apart from how many times I’ve read them. They’re marked up on the inside too, but sporadically. The broken bindings and loose pages are consistent. Because I don’t always mark up my books while I’m reading, but once I find a book that speaks to me, I read it over and over and over again.
That is part of the problem, though, because I think I need more new influences in my life, creatively. I love letting the characters become part of past and personality. But I’ve been stuck in a rut creatively and I haven’t been able to figure out why. I think this is it. I just watched Manhattan Murder Mystery; I’ve never watched a Woody Allen movie, except maybe Match Point, which has a totally different aesthetic. I can practically feel myself getting motivated again just from watching something new. I love the aesthetic and it’s so different from anything I usually watch and its squeezing all kinds of creative juices out of my brain. It’s exciting me. And I don’t think it really occurred to me that I could be stifling my creativity I love the worlds I inhabit in the books and TV shows and movies I watch, but not broadening my horizons is deadening my creativity. It’s a daily struggle for me to bring new influences into my life, because I want to stay in my comfort zone, but I think it will be good for me in the long run.