I’ve always bought more books than I can possibly read.
It’s under control, though. Just a fraction more. But it means that the section of the bookcase(s) that contain the unread books grows, slowly but inevitably.
I put the books I read at the top of the bookcase, and the unread ones sort of have a sedimental journey towards the bottom.
So they remain sorted in the order I’ve purchased them, and the ones at the bottom become the ones I never look at, because I assume that they’re something that I’ve determined that I’ll never actually read.
So this “summer” (for some value of) and autumn I’m going to do a grand experiment: I’m going to read an older section. I picked out at random this one shown on the right there.
It’s all books bought in 1995, as far as I can tell from circumstantial evidence (copyright notices and the books around them).
And when I say “read”, I mean “try”. I have no compunction about finishing books. The second they start to bore me, I ditch them. There are plenty of books in the world.
I’m going to hazard a guess that that light blue book over there to the right will be ditched toot sweet. But time will show.