There's already a pile of unreads up past my knee - when standing. Why do I own these books? What was I thinking? Roughly when, exactly, did I think I was going to get the urge read Oroonoko? And why is it in such a huge volume? Has anyone ever actually read Oroonoko?
Still, at least I've never even cracked that one. Turns out I never did finish reading Frankenstein. The ending that I seem to remember must have some from one of the movies. Oh dear.
I think it would be best if I eventually had a child - just so that my children's book collection doesn't go to waste. Well, maybe my nephew can have them when I die. He should be sufficiently grown up by then not to ruin my books.
Another thought: doing first year twice was, possibly, quite a shitty idea. I have first year (and second year?) psychology books, first year English books (almost always crap, why is that?), first (and second and third) year politics books - miscellaneous politics books, too much John Ralston Saul, first year linguistics, and I'm pretty sure there are others but I can't think. Somewhere along the line I've misplaced my first year anthropology which is a great pity as I remember that being a great read. Ooooh The Prince! With so many unreads I must not give into the temptation to read it again.
I am getting slightly concerned with the attrition rate of George Orwell. I now have only Paris and London left. This makes me massively shitty. I love Orwell, I want my Orwell back! What the hell happened to my copy of Homage? You know I love the Spanish Civil War - that sounds bad but it is massively fascinating, do admit. Still, if I had it I'd only have to read it yet again.
Fuck I need more shelf space!