The title for this post is in reference to this.
As I was sorting through my many shelves of books I kept coming across books I had not yet read. I kept them in a separate pile as I did my sorting, and by the time I was finished I had enough to line one whole bookshelf. What is even worse is I had forgotten that I owned most of them. Thirty seven books with clean, crisp covers and uncreased pages. An untouched collection of at least a year's worth of reading. Here's a sample.
|Dreaming In Hindi; From Churchill's War Rooms, Letters of a Secretary; The Thirteenth Tale|
|A Mountain of Crumbs; My Grandmother's Knitting; Put Out More Flags|