A friend on Facebook asked me today what my favorite book was. This is the kind of question that I should be able to answer off the top of my head. I was stymied. I couldn’t just think of one. But to answer the question, I settled on K. J. Bishop’s “The Etched City” (I review it here) because it keeps popping back into my head and I keep wanting to go back and read it again. But there are just too many glorious books, which I am full of expectation for, on my TBR list. So I don’t re-read the book. What should I do? Indulge in “The Etched City” again? or plow through my list?