Whenever anybody used to ask me what my favourite book was, I would straight away say Jane Eyre. It was an immediate response, I never had to think, the words just came out of my mouth and it was known to all around me that I was a Jane Eyre girl. But then they would ask me why, they would say – why is it your favourite book? – and I would have absolutely no idea.
I’d start by saying about the plot, how I found it so interesting, but I knew that wasn’t what made it a favourite. I would then think that it was the first classic I ever read, that it made me the reader that I am now, but then I think why is my favourite then not Twilight? That was the book that really got me into reading all the time.
I’ll carry on thinking, trying to find my reason, and skimming past are thoughts that it has elements of the gothic, it has a girl growing up, it has a freaking mad woman it has… it has… but why on earth is it my favourite?
Since I was 15 it was my favourite. But last month it got over taken. I re read Wuthering Heights. I re read Jane Eyre. And now when somebody asks, what is your favourite book, the immediate response, without thinking, is Wuthering Heights.
After years of always saying Jane Eyre, suddenly the immediate response was something else.
I don’t think we have to have a reason for having a favourite book, a book that just feels really right when its in your hands, it doesn’t have to be because you love the story or the characters and it doesn’t matter if it changes.
I think a favourite book has a bound of its own, it doesn’t have to be justified, it is your favourite because of the completely valid reason that it just is.
We change as we grow older, and the things we want in a book change as we read and read and read.
Do you think we have to have reasons for why we have something as a favourite? If so, what makes a book your favourite? Or am I not the only one in thinking its completely fine for a book to be your favourite, to reach for it again and again, for no reason at all, or at least one you are not conscious of.
I think I like that idea more. It makes it seem more like a favourite book is something unconscious, it is the reader in you that made it a favourite, not your normal, everyday self, but the inner reader.
Maybe picking up a favourite is picking up the thing that your soul really needs.
Just something to think about — Are we conscious when we say that something is our favourite?