Sentence examples for reread for from inspiring English sources

But, yes, I reread for revivals and often rewrite".

Another Norfolk-inspired author, WG Sebald, should be read and reread for his exquisite, holistic style that speaks with Nietzsche.

Whodunnits and thrillers, by contrast, are rarely reread for obvious reasons: once you've finished them you know the solution or outcome.

It is a book that one would expect to read and reread, for Gould articulates and defends a distinctive vision of the agenda of evolutionary biology; of the mechanisms of evolutionary change; and of the relationship of evolutionary biology to its own past.

—Daniel Mendelsohn This fall I reread, for the first time in years, Roland Barthes's photographical treatise "Camera Lucida," which explodes notions of category (to stop at "criticism" as a label does the book a serious disservice) and made me reconsider the walls I'd built between the different kinds of writing I enjoy, and would like to try to do.

Journal by Hélène Berr, published in 2008, deserves to be read and studied in every school in the civilised world, read and reread for what it tells of the circumstances of the arrest of a young and brilliant Jewish girl in Paris and her eventual murder in Bergen-Belsen, days before that camp was liberated.

Which book will you be rereading for the rest of your life?

Mystery novels aside, most that are propped open around the house right now are by authors I've been rereading for decades: John Ruskin, William James, D. H. Lawrence, W. H. Auden.

You're aware of it as you watch, but it took a subsequent rereading for me to be satisfied about Mr. Rabe's interest here, which is evidently to explore the notion of the irreconcilability of morality and fate.

He was particularly keen on her debut, The Wallcreeper, "a slim, strange masterpiece, and one of those alluring, elliptical, exceptional novels that I will want to keep rereading for the rest of my life".

The Composites is open to suggestions, and mine would be Hermann, the narrator of "Despair," Nabokov's great early metaphysical crime spoof, which, finding nothing else that interested me, I recently started rereading for the fourth time.