“One Day In The Life …”
The last time I counted my books it came to almost 2,000. Inevitably therefore there are books I’ve always intended to read but never quite got round to doing so.
Such a work is the Alexander Solzhenitsyn novel “One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich”. According to my inscription on the inside front cover, I bought the book on 6 October 1973 – but I just never read it.
What prompted me to do so now was reading a blog posting on the work by my American cyber-buddy Dana Huff who is an English teacher. You can read my review here.
August 16th, 2007 at 11:10 am
It was interesting that you blogged about reading a book that had been on your bookshelf for ages when an article in the Daily Telegraph on the same morning was critical of people who persevere with books they find hard or who keep books once they’ve been read. See
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/opinion/main.jhtml?xml=/opinion/2007/08/14/do1403.xml
Not an opinion either of us would share, Roger.
August 16th, 2007 at 11:23 am
But books are precious.
A very good friend of mine who left Israel for Britain nine years ago has only just had his huge book collection shipped to his home in London. The living room is full of piles of books and he’s finding it very hard to throw any away.
I understand completely.