Unpacking I counted 200 unread books. That is six shelves worth. Apparently the slope of my buy/read curve is steeper than I thought. The books vary in quality from the truly awful embarassing to own to the far too long to ever actually read to the apparently not bright and shiny enough to catch my wayward reading eye. Fortunately none of them are worthy of inclusion on a Kieran Healy-esque Books I Did Not Read this year list.