As much as I read, I only own about 15 of my favorite books. They all have deeply creased spines from the many times I have read them.
I've been asked multiple times as to why I've reread them. My answer is simple. I like to relive them like you relive your favorite moments. In extreme detail.
They're an escape of some sort. Even when I have no need to escape.
They're a window into a life that I don't have.
They're the creased spines of well loved books.