A challenge: instead of going out and buying more books you fully-intend-to but are-not-going-to read, why not examine your shelves for ones that slipped through the cracks and feel lonely and neglected. (I know from experience that this exercise can yield pleasant some surprises. I once found a Mars Bar behind a copy of Elizabeth Costello.) I’m sure this strategy won’t help the publishing industry, but it might boost the hospitality services industry with all the extra beer money you’ll have.
As I scanned my shelves, I found I had convincing arguments why I shouldn’t read each one of the orphans — or convincing to me anyway. I rejected a book called “English, August,” by Upamanyu Chatterjee because it is, after all, November. No to “The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists” by Robert Tressell because the book jacket says it’s about “the desperate lives of working people.” No to “The Unconsoled” by Kazuo Ishiguro because I heard it wasn’t nearly as good as “Remains of the Day” or “Never Let Me Go.”
Try it yourself and see how many pitiful excuses you can find for not reading a book you own.