There are a few books that I return to over and over and over. Some are breathtaking, and I just want to admire them again. Some confound me, and I return to them to try to better understand what the author was doing. Some comfort me like a bowl of biscuits and gravy.
Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto (possibly the book I've reread the most times)
Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
Light in August by William Faulkner (probably the book I've reread the most times)
The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
Oh, The Places You'll Go by Dr. Seuss
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
which should also be on my last list
To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri (a short story collection)
Open Secrets by Alice Munro (a short story collection)
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Lake by Yasunari Kawabata
After Dark by Haruki Murakami
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
What's Peanut eating? Socks.