Finally a few weeks ago as part of our ongoing "let's live like adults" program, I sat down and burned a week getting the library here in order. And I couldn't be happier. We got the rest of our books unpacked, and I finally got every thing into some kind of order. As an example, I'd been wanting to get all my Asimov books together in one place for years, and now I finally have. (Three whole shelves worth.)
Looking at all our books in one place, the one thing that really jumped out at me was - wow, I have a lot of science fiction. I mean, that's not all THAT surprising, but the scale compared to the rest ofthe collection was something of a shock.
I consider myself to be a pretty well-read guy; I got a minor in English. To steal a line from High Fidelity, I read The Unbearable Lightness of Being and understood it. I actually LIKED Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. So, what's up with all these robot books?
Well, I like robots, obviously, but I really hadn't ever clicked that given the choice between a book with and without robots, I'd choose the robot EVERY TIME.
So, I made a decision. Between now and the end of the year, I'm not reading any SF. I'm going to sit down and read some of those not-robot books I've been meaning to read.
First up, then, is something I've wanted to read for years, but never got around to. And, why not just head for the deep end?
Shakespeare's Henry IV, part 1.
