I always forget books I classify as “not real literature, just entertainment” completely two minutes after I finish them. As a result, I have a ready supply of what to me are entirely unfamiliar books I read several years ago. It works especially well with mystery novels: I can re-read them five, six times, discovering anew who the killer is and feeling fresh shock every time.
This saves quite a bit of money.
Books that I classify as “real literature”, however, stay with me forever and I can reproduce quotes from them many years after reading them.

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