I have a lot of books that I read over and over. A lot of them are worthy books, or at least decent ones; for example, my fifth-grade teacher gave me a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird, and I have read it each summer since.
But I also have my Triumvirate of Trash, which I can always turn to when I'm feeling very tired, slow, lazy, and too unmotivated to even turn on the TV and hunt up an episode of COPS. Today I'm reading Patty Hearst: Her Own Story for probably the sixth or seventh time.
The Only Living Witness and Helter Skelter are also on the list and would have done just as nicely this week, although my copy of Helter Skelter finally fell apart last year and I haven't gotten around to replacing it, mostly because every time I'm at Half-Price Books I think of all the fantastic books in the world I've never read even once and feel guilty and pathetic for wanting to buy a book about the stupid Manson Family for the second time. I don't have a copy of Elvis and Me either because I borrowed it from a roommate when I read it, but if I did I would probably read it over and over again too. I don't even care about Elvis, but it's just so fantastically trashy that I'm in awe of it.
These books all make excellent bathroom reading too. If you've finished the latest Harper's, New Yorker, and The Economist, of course.