While tearing apart my room on a early Saturday afternoon to pack everything into boxes and move, again, I ran into a pile of reference books that I hadn’t seen in quite awhile. I was quickly distracted by creation myths, Greek epic poems, battles leading to the great halls of Valhalla, tragic love stories, and the hilarious outcome of well planned pranks. It was well after dark when I closed the final pages of Bulfinch’s Mythology, and a glance at the window made me think two very separate and very significant things. One, I was really behind schedule; two, I laughed and frowned at all the same places in those stories as I had when I first read them years prior. How is it that some stories that we’ve read a hundred, possibly even a thousand times, still pull the same heartstrings as a good book you’ve just picked up? Sometimes we just love the story for its plot or the one dog eared page with a favorite quote, and other times it is the association we make between the words on the page and the often funny and tragic moments in our own lives.