I first read Wild Swans in 1996, and loved it! I was so interested to see how much I loved it this time around…but I kind of didn’t really. Whereas I loved the experience of rereading Cross stitch/ Outlander and could remember bits that I was shocked my when I was 20 that I gigged over as a 40 year old I didn’t really see what I saw in it the first time. I remember being moved, but now it felt wooden, dated where I thought poetic…it is such an interesting experiment! I guess I’ve read a lot more books now than I had as a 20 year old? Or I knew what was coming? I don’t know….didn’t love it as a 46 year old is all I can think
