Re-reading books can be more valuable/pleasurable than always reaching for something new. I'm partial books that reward repeated readings. That's when things sink in and you really pick up the nuance. I found myself particularly nodding along with the following paragraph from this NY Times editorial, even the part about Gatsby:
Part of the fun of re-reading is that you are no longer bothered by the business of finding out what happens. Re-reading “Middlemarch,” for instance, or even “The Great Gatsby,” I’m able to pay attention to what’s really happening in the language itself — a pleasure surely as great as discovering who marries whom, and who dies and who does not.
