The concept of tsundoku is currently making the rounds:
“Do you have a habit of picking up books that you never quite get around to reading? If this sounds like you, you might be unwittingly engaging in tsundoku - a Japanese term used to describe a person who owns a lot of unread literature.”
I’ve got mine down to about half-a-dozen that remain stubbornly unread. From Dawn To Decadence: 500 Years of Western Cultural Life, by Jaques Barzun, Mirror Mirror: A History of the Human Love Affair With Reflection, by Mark Pendergrast, Waitangi: Maori and Pakeha Perspectives of the Treaty of Waitangi, by I. H. Kawharu. All deep and worthy titles with which I am going to completely improve my brain, just as I soon as I finish this, uh, Bernard Cornwell book about Saxons bashing Vikings. There are a couple of novels in there, too, though: the Man-Booker winning Luminaries, by Eleanor Catton, which I don’t think anyone has ever finished, and All The World’s a Stage, by Boris Akunin, which isn’t physically in the pile but has been checked out from the library and returned unread no fewer than three times. I love Boris Akunin, the Erast Fandorin novels are great, but not borrowing and not starting this particular title seems to have taken on its own momentum for me.
So what are your tsundoku?