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Went through a period recently of re-reading some books that I loved in my teens, and now wish I hadn't bothered. Some things are, it seems, best kept to the enthusiasms of youth.
Camus' The Outsider, Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment, Sartre's Nausea. To think that I'll never enjoy them in quite the same way again.
Because of this, I haven't re-read Kafka's The Trial because I'm fearing that the same might happen with that.
Any books where that's happened to you?
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