I finished re-reading it last night. There are not altogether many books that I bother to read more than once. It wasn't worth the effort of re-reading. It probably was worth the effort of reading in the first place.
In fact, the only book I could heartily recommend re-reading is The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy trilogy in 5 parts. I read the last part of this again while on holiday - I'd accidentally re-read a Stephen King book, simply because I hadn't realised that I'd read it the first time around, and I intentionally re-read 1984, which I'd been a bit too young to appreciate the first time around. The Douglas Adams work still remains the most re-enjoyable of fictions I've had the pleasure to enjoy over the years.
At the moment, I'm using the radio series of this science-fiction-fantasy-comedy as company for the two long-ish car journeys I take each day. It's good company. I wish I could write something that good. Maybe I could. I haven't, though, so there's no point in worry about it.
As regards Reading, there has been limited progress on the house this week. I'm still awaiting the final confirmation of everything from the mortgage lender and the surveyor who banked the cheque I delivered earlier in the week.
Once I know more, then I will be more informed than I am right now.