You’ve bought them, thinking: “Hmmmm, I’d love to read that!” Then, you came back home and put them on the shelves, with the other books.
And now, you know you’ll never read them. Well, you probably don’t because you maybe don’t even remember you bought them in the first place… And if you do, you’ve read other things, you have other things to read, etc. You get the idea: you’ll never read them
There is one particular book that I know I’ll never get to read… And I certainly have no clue as to why. I know it’s a good book (for kids, though) and I tried many many times to read it when I was younger; I never managed to get past the first chapter. This is L’Enfant et la rivière by Henri Bosco.
In a entirely different note, the two other ones belong to the period when I bought any book about Ireland without any discrimination. I have started them – I’m halfway through in one of them – but I don’t think I’ll get to finish them:
The first one is The Catholics of Ulster by Marianne Elliott. The second one is Wherever Green is Worn by Tim Pat Coogan. Both very interesting books, but I ended up reading something else… Maybe easier to read.
So what are yours? Which books are stored on your shelves and come from time to time haunting you, saying: “Shame on you, you should have read me!”?¶