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Sunday, June 16, 2002
Staring at my bookcase, I realize that there are so many books in my own room that I haven't read (some I intended to read but never got around to it, others are my brothers that he's left me).
About a fifth of the books are formula westerns by Louis L'Amour that I don't really ever want to read.
Several on the bookcase are Tolkien that I already have read (except for The Silmarillion).
Another fifth are "classics" that are only called that because they are old. But from their ranks I've read Lord of the Flies, The Call of the Wild, The Time Machine, The Red Badge of Courage, Frankenstein, and part of The Jungle. I really don't think that people should feal obligated to read so-called "classics" just because they're old. They should read them because they have interesting stories (and I've found that the "classics" I've read seldom do).
A large portion on the case are childrens books, a remnant of the past.
And the final portion are the science-fiction books. Star Wars, Star Trek, (even some Star Craft), Heinlein, Clarke, Assimov, and even a couple Crichton.
All in all, I estimate that I've read only about half of the books in my room. And the other half I'm pretty sure I'm never going to read.
| Mr. McBastard | 10:56 PM | | |
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