Ever have a book that you remember with great fondness, but when you go back to re-read, it's lost its oomph? Maybe it spoke to you at the time because you were going through a particular something. Maybe your taste in books has just changed.
But then, there's that book. The one you're afraid to read because it might have lost its magic, but you take the plunge. And it's only gotten better.
This is on my nightstand. Well, my nightstand, my dining room table, the edge of my couch but Hubbykins keeps putting it back on my nightstand every morning.