It’s time to revisit the ol’ bookshelf. What would I reread? Siddhartha. Little me liked this book. Big me (now) will truly understand the journey Siddhartha endured. I imagine it will offer some new insights that I overlooked as a child, probably because they were irrelevant at the time. Now, in my 30s, I have a deeper sense of what I want in life, what kind of enlightenment and meaning I’m looking for in my life. I’m glad this book had an impact on me because it led me to keep a copy around, which reminded me that at some point, I want to pick it up again; devour it all over again, from a new perspective. I think deep down I must’ve known that it was going to be an important book for me to read as an adult. Thanks, little me.