Books I Haven't Read Yet
I thought about titling this post “the huge and growing mountain of books I still haven't read, despite writing about this before, and despite still not doing anything about it” – but it's a bit long for a title. There's basically three main problems going on – I'm not making time to read, people keep writing fantastic sounding new books, and I keep discovering fantastic sounding old books. I am officially my own worst enemy.
On the bookshelf behind me in the study there is a growing shelf of paperbacks – some of which have been there for a number of years – since I used to commute into London every day. I would read while squashed into the corner of main line trains, and continue reading while hanging from the rails of underground trains – squashed between other commuters. Nothing stopped me reading. The unread titles are a “who's who” of sorts...
Generation X, by Douglas Coupland
Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley
We, by Yevgeny Zamyatin
Stranger in a Strange Land, by Robert Heinlein
Snow Crash, by Neil Stephenson
A Modern Utopia, by H G Wells
This years Christmas books added to the queue...
The Hundred Year Old Man, by Jonas Jonasson
Periodic Tales, by Hugh Aldersey-Williams
And then there's the book I picked up while queueing to buy Christmas presents...
The Perks of Being a Wallflower, by Stephen Chbosky
These are just the paper books... on the Kindle there are more. I seriously need to force myself to drop everything else, and just make time to read on an evening – no TV – no video games – no internet. Just read. The stupid thing is – I love books, and I love reading. I always have. I don't read very quickly, but I read “properly” (if that makes any sense) – I read every word, and take it all in.