One of my sisters often finishes her first reading of a book by immediately flipping to the front and starting again. This particular sister also has been known to read ahead when she gets too nervous about what is happening.

But not me – after I finish I am done except for the discussions. This is not to say I do not re-read at later times. Reading a much loved book again is a pleasure. Books such as The Hobbit or To Kill A Mockingbird are dog-earred and have been once a year re-reads at times in my life.

With The Little Book, I started re-reading almost as soon as I started. I had to keep going back to the beginning to determine if it was 1897, 197-something or 1944 and if we were in San Francisco, Boston or Vienna – confusing.

I didn’t dislike it on the whole – the idea is interesting and once I figured out what was going on I tried to settle in and suspend disbelief. The interaction between Wheeler and Dilly was very sweet but the various romantic entanglements were difficult to keep straight.

Maybe after I re-read it I will have a different opinion…