I reread it on a few occasions and I always get a kick out of it.
I reread the play for an essay I was writing and, for a moment, everything made sense.
Breathlessly, I told him that I had reread his Foundation books several times.
The uproar over Ferguson's off-the-cuff quip sent me back to reread it.
I reread the above two paragraphs and I see that I sound a bit like a textbook, and a quaint one at that, one printed long ago.
He read it, reread it, and then turned inquiringly to the constable.
Yet, in spite of himself, from time to time, he liked to reread it.
Have you reread any portions of any of these entries, other than or in addition to those you read to the Commission this morning?
He read it and reread it over and over again––forward and backward, too.
Taking up Ley's Space Ships again, he began fondly to reread the page, when there was a knock at the door and a crewman entered.