For a considerable time now, something has been growing in my house. It used to be barely noticeable, but now it is barely missable. It used to grow slowly, but lately, it seems to have expanded exponentially. I do not recall ever feeding it, yet it has not only survived, it has positively thrived.
"I really ought to read that someday" or "Maybe I will read that when I have some time"
- guilt,
- challenge from peers and
- hype.
"I read the words, but I didn't really understand what was going on back then. I need to read it again and read it properly."(See "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens.)
"Oh ! I've read this. It was so complex on several levels, but I could soooooo see what the author was aiming at. You really must read it."
(See "The Catcher in the Rye" by J.D. Salinger and "The Wasp Factory" by Iain Banks.)
Here's an example of hype:
"It's a classic."(See "The Lord of the Rings" by J.R.R. Tolkein.)
I took "The Catcher in the Rye" and "The Wasp Factory" to Kos in 1989 as my holiday reading, and wished that I had not. Despite there being a concensus amongst my peers that these books were The Business, I thought that they were full of crap. Mind you, I was also full of crap, suffering as I was from the runs and being confined to the hotel while all of my buddies were galavanting on the beaches and in the nightclubs. Bastards. Tempted as I was, I never used the books to wipe my bum.
This summer, "someday/maybe" became "now/definite", and I am making a determined effort to clear my pile without the use of any ointment.

