I blame Deanna Raybourn, and the aforementioned novella. When it downloaded automatically to my Kindle at the top of November (and I love that, by the way, I'd pre-ordered it so long ago I had forgotten about it!), I realized it had been a while since I'd read the last book of this richly detailed series. So instead of diving face-first into the Christmas story like a kid into a birthday cake, I went back to the beginning and started re-reading Silent in the Grave.
If you've never read this series, do yourself a favor and start. I describe it to people as Victorian-mystery-kinda-romance-just-a-touch-of-paranormal, with clever, witty writing and characters you come to love as old friends, down to the most minor supporting characters (I would love to buy Morag a drink sometime). One of my proudest moments was getting my book club (whose members tend to recommend "important" depressing books about the Holocaust) hooked on this series. I discovered this series right around the time my mother's sudden death in 2010, and Julia and Brisbane's frustrating but irresistible relationship (not to mention the entire March family) was a welcome escape during those first horrible weeks. So I'll always be grateful to them (and to Raybourn) for that.
I know some people who read a book once and never want to pick it up again. I don't understand that. Re-reading favorite books is comfort food for me. It's a giant bowl of mac and cheese on a cold afternoon. (Even more so these days, since dietary restrictions make the aforesaid mac and cheese verboten.) A favorite series is even better - a whole string of books to wallow in. For a while I was re-reading Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark-Hunter series around Halloween (the first few books at least still remain sentimental favorites).
So yeah, I'm definitely a re-reader. Which is probably why my TBR pile keeps growing. Oops. I'll get right on that. As soon as I finish Dark Road to Darjeeling. And The Dark Enquiry.