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Message: <blockquote data-quote="prabe" data-source="post: 9886945" data-attributes="member: 7016699">My own recent experiences with rereading things from my distant past were distinctly mixed. I read Something Wicked This Way Comes in high school or college or thereabouts, and I probably was too close to the age of the mains to put aside the "looking down on the kids" thing, and I was nowhere near old enough to appreciate the father; I enjoyed the book vastly more than I remembered doing. I read Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass in ... middle school, and maybe again at some point a little later, and I was pretty sure I remembered enjoying them; reading them as an adult was ... not really a pleasant experience: Alice just gets dragged from thing to thing, she has like no control of anything, she manages to be a main character without ever being a protagonist; I figure her experiences are kinda like a thumbnail for childhood (possibly particularly Victorian childhood) where the child gets dragged from thing to thing with no control, and the adults spout things that are patently absurd but which they insist are relevant and real and meaningful.Oddly, when I reread The Great Gatsby after something like twenty years, my experience was just about the same as when I read it in college--I enjoyed the heck out of it (though I might have seen more in it when I reread it).</blockquote>