Books in retrospect

I've been thinking about some books that I've read and, you know what?  Some of them aren't that great in retrospect.  I think I was more fond of them just after I read them than I am remembering them.

For example, how much did I really like the Chicagoland Vampire series?  I tried to reread them the other day and found it a truly painful experience.

Was I a little too enthusiastic starring some reviews.  Which is weird because I'm generally more conservative with stars than many GoodReaders.

Was Hallowed really a four star read for me?  Especially when, in the light of day it feels like 3.5 at most when I think about it not even a day later.  Especially since I rater Everneath four stars, I book I ultimately felt was far superior.

I wonder why that is?  Are books like wine?  Do the truly great ones age well and do the bad ones kind of sour with time and experience?  If you take them out a while later and swill them around in your mind, will they still taste the same?  Will they still touch you the same, or if not, maybe in a better way?

Maybe I'll make a list of books that I still love six months after reading them, but I think those books already exist on my Christmas list!