One of the reasons I am often re-reading "Hamlet" and just as often not finishing it is because one can pick it up almost anywhere and read for a hour or three. It is like an object that is perfect in all directions and dimensions and since it is always powerfully beautiful or beautifully powerful or powerful and beautiful or something that I seem to have a copy always near at hand. 
 Against all odds I finished "Hamlet" for the second time in several months but am no more finished with reading it than if I had never picked it up.