Some series I really loved reading. Series like Percy Jackson which I absolutely adored reading, I still read. In fact, I am anxiously awaiting the next book, The Blood of Olympus. And Harry Potter too. If J.K. Rowling decided to write a series on Harry’s children, I would be more than happy to read those too. Sure reading series that I read when I was younger would make me even more nostalgic (something I seem to be very often nowadays, probably because of high school), but it would be nice to go back. Especially to revisit the characters where they left off. To see what happens to them. On the other hand…
On the other hand, a lot of those books seem really childish now. Also some of them while I remember really liking them then, I do not particularly like them now. I guess a part of growing up is not only do your tastes change, but your reading level and sense of maturity go up too (hopefully). When I look at some of the series I really liked when I was younger, the thought “how on Earth did I ever like this?” comes up more often than I would like it to. Also rereading and reading series takes time. Time isn’t something I have a lot of nowadays. The past is the past and I should just let that go.