Everybody does it: we bite off more than we can chew. We buy books that look enticing, read the first few pages or chapters and then…life gets in the way. I know I’m so guilty of this. Here’s the short list of books on my shelf that I keep meaning to read – hey! I’m getting around to it!
1. Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez because One Hundred Years of Solitude is one of my all-time favourite books, I thought I’d give this one a try. I started reading it on my 29th birthday. Then a bunch of terrible stuff came up and I stopped reading this book. I really ought to finish it.
2. Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut also because I adore Welcome to the Monkey House, and this came highly recommended. I just couldn’t get into it, though. This may be one that I just don’t finish. I’m not obligated to like every book. Right?
3. A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway also came highly recommended, see above. I started reading it on a bus in the middle of summer and the wintry setting was soooo enticing. Then I put it on my bookshelf and… forgot about it, I guess? Nothing against this book. It didn’t turn me off, like Slaughterhouse Five. It didn’t grab me right away. I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.
4. Orphans of the Sky by Robert A. Heinlein now here’s an odd case: I’ve owned this book since before my huge Heinlein kick. And yet, while my other favourite Heinlein books joined it on my bookshelf after having been eagerly devoured, this one remains untouched. Why? It’s rather small (as his books go) and I think I’m afraid I’ll find it lacking. So I never even try! Wow.
5. Haunted Greenwich Village by Tom Ogden seeing as how this is what I do for a living, I was thrilled to see this book in a small GV bookstore. I have yet to crack it open. Why? No reason, other than I suck, I suppose. But hey! I’ll get around to it!