I read that?
I hate it when I’ve read a book but cannot remember the story.
This happened when I read “The Double Bind,” a novel I previously mentioned. “The Great Gatsby” plays a significant role in “The Double Bind,” but I think I missed a lot of the underlying meaning and symbolism because I haven’t read F. Scott Fitzgerald’s classic in years.
Details about other classics — “The Grapes of Wrath” and “1984,” for example — also elude me.
What’s worse is picking up a sequel or next book in a series long after reading the one that comes before it. My memory was fuzzy on the Harry Potter series and Twilight but nearly completely gone when I read the sequel to Jasper Fforde’s “The Eyre Affair.”
It’s almost as if my reading those books doesn’t count any more.
But I suppose that will help make rereading them fun, if I ever tear myself away from my mounds of unread books.
