It takes a special kind of book to make me read it more than once. The Count of Monte Cristo for example, is one of those rare examples of literary work which somehow strikes home  and delivers something unexplainable that compels me to relive the adventures and personal stories of my favorite characters. And even as good as Monte Cristo is I have only read it twice. In fact, I can count on two hands the number of books I have read more than once and can count on one hand the number of books I have read more than twice. So, a week ago, when I put Usagi is Dead down for the twelfth time, I decided that maybe I should devote some time to writing a review for it.

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