In my bookcase, I have a favourite shelf dedicated to books I have still to read. I love it because it holds so many choices...so many possibilities. I love books the way I love music and seriously don't understand people who only read within one genre. The awesome thing about books is it takes you to another world. You delve into someone else's mind and sympathise with someone else's problems and fall in love with the guy you would so never meet in the real world.
I read a little bit of everything. Okay...probably not. My husband is a computer nerd and has loads of books on Ruby Rails (whatever the hell that is) but I do like a varied selection of books. I adore historical books, whether they are true accounts or novels, I just can't get enough - especially if they are about strong female icons. Helen of Troy and The Memoirs of Cleopatra by Margaret George are probably my all time favourites. But I also young adult, romance, literary fiction and best of all, real gory horror or crime books. Jeffrey Deaver and Stephen King are like gods to me. I prefer King's earlier work and haven't gotten round to reading a lot of his recent stuff. Gerald's Game, Misery and Pet Sematary - wow. I once did a book report in high school on Pet Sematary. I failed for spelling the title wrong. I dumped the book on teacher's desk the next day. Ass.
So, back to my favourite shelf. Despite being a constant reader and always having a book on the go...the numbers never seem to dwindle. Especially with Christmas, the numbers seem to have doubled. I'll never stop buying books, it's my heroin after all and I can't live without them. And it isn't just recent books I still have to read. I love vintage classics and have a stack of old school stuff I've been meaning to get around to - like Herman Wouk - I read Marjorie Moringstar and wanted to gobble up everything else he has written.
Will I ever get through them all? Will I ever run out? God, I hope not.