Did you know there's a book out called 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die? I'm sure I've mentioned it here before, in fact, but today I ran across the list online. Now, in going back to my UBS rant, and getting something for nothing, this book is much more than just a list of books. It has the why's and the wherefore's and is purported to be a handy reference book.
I don't feel bad publishing the link to the entire list because I think it makes you want the book (and the link is readily available online to anyone searching for it). This list is bare bones. You get no reference material, so if you want to know more about the books, you must get a copy of the reference tome (which, I am sure, I will end up doing eventually).
So how many of the 1001 books have you read? A quick peruse, by no means thorough, indicates that my sorry, uneducated, uncultured self has read about 70 of them. Good grief.
Sheesh, I’ve only read 41.
It occurred to me, as I was rereading the list, what about all the great non-fic books one should read? If you read a book a week from this list, that’s 52 a year. It’d take you 20 years just to read these books!! When would you ever get to read the non-fiction? For instance, I want to read Freud someday. And I love history books. Diaries, biographies, autobiographies — when would anyone ever time for those?
I think we’re doing good, Terry, just having read the ones we have! I’ll no doubt read more books from this list, but I’m going to doubt I’ll ever read them all.