Okay, time for a confession.
I buy loads of books, and haven’t read them all. I have a bookcase crammed with the A to Z of classics: Aristophanes to Woolf. Most of them have gone unread. This is primarily due to the fact that while studying I didn’t have a lot of time for reading. When you have two or three books per week to read, you don’t want to confuse things further by reading something off-syllabus. Well, that’s just me.
However I’m now trying to find work, having finished my studies. I started Crime and Punishment some months ago and didn’t finish, so I’m going to go with that. As I remember, I got halfway through and wondered where I’d formed the stereotype of impossible-to-read. So, let’s go with that.
No, wait. What about Madame Bovary?
Or perhaps Jane Eyre?
Second confession: I buy books and then get indecisive. Just look at my wishlist: I currently have a wishlist of 200 items, and it’s still incomplete. So I flutter around and try to decide what to read, and nothing gets read. I’m working to cure myself of this.