I don't reread books very often. There are so many good and important ones to read that I find it hard to justify rereading something, even if it's really great. I seem to make one exception to this rule, though, and that is Ernest Hemingway's "A Moveable Feast." A "restored edition" of the book has just been published, prompting me to take up the book yet again and perhaps enjoy even more of it.
Once again, I am entranced by Hemingway's memoir of his young adulthood in Paris, writing "one true sentence" and eating in cafes and walking around and spending time with F. Scott Fitzgerald and Gertrude Stein. It's really a fine short book that every writer should indulge in every so often to remember the romance associated with writing.
I haven't read the "restored" chapters yet.