I need a dedicated bookshelf for the books I’ve not read. I scanned my home in search of them, pulling them from nightstand stacks and windowsills and the top of my desk. There are more boxed up from my classroom collection. Some were highly recommended and some were gifts. Some I bought and some were free. Meanwhile, I’m finishing two. The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store by James McBride (historical fiction) and The Untethered Soul by Michael A. Singer (spiritual nonfiction). I’m enjoying my time with both. I don’t read fast.
Yesterday I stumbled across a list of “600 Books to Be Considered Very Well-Read.” If you’ve read 600 books, in my humble opinion, you’re well-read. I’m working toward that, but I counted 120 books read from the list and many authors I want to read— like Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and William Faulkner, E. M. Forster and Neil Gaiman, Kazuo Ishiguro and C. S. Lewis. I want to read more Virginia Woolf, Haruki Murakami, Sylvia Plath, Markus Zuzak, Toni Morrison, Vladimir Nabokov, Dickens, Bradbury, and the BrontĂ« sisters. Then there are those times when people say, “You’ve got to read this.” And a new book usurps them all.