Yet, in spite of himself, from time to time, he liked to reread it.
He read it and reread it over and over again––forward and backward, too.
I reread the letter, and handed it to her, that she might read it herself.
He read it and reread it; he seemed to devour it line by line, word by word.
He read and reread it, each time finding a new meaning in its wording.