For me, it is always difficult to leave a book unfinished, and I never turn to the end to find out “who done it”. I admit that some books really didn’t deserve my time. There have been books, of course, that have so violated my moral sense that I dropped them after a few pages, but generally I slog on to the bitter end. There are a few books that I re-read on occasion. Some of that is nostalgia for the impact they made on me in their first reading. Some are so beautifully written that I never lose the pleasure of experiencing again how wonderfully-crafted they are. Others I return to because I keep gaining new insights as I read them. Poems are like that. For me, the Bible is especially like that. Each time I read it new insights come to me. I see things even in quite familiar stories and passages which I am sure I read before that I never noticed in earlier readings. Perhaps this is because every time I read the Bible I stand before it in some way as a different person than the time before. New experiences and new relationships have in some way reshaped me so that I can see and hear the story in a new way. It makes each visit to the old book a new adventure.