Top Ten Tuesday: Books I Can’t Believe I’ve Never Read

The topic for this week’s Top Ten Tuesdays is Books I Can’t Believe I’ve Never Read.

I mean, on the one hand…I can just wave vaguely to my TBR Range and grab a random ten. But that’s too easy. I put a little thought into it (actually very little, 8 of these came to me faster than I could type) and came up with this.
David Letterman Holding up a blank piece of paper with the text 'Books I Can’t Believe I’ve Never Read'

(alphabetically by author)

	Confessions by Augustine It’s one of the most influential books in Western Christianity–people from all its branches have drawn instruction and inspiration from it. I really have no excuse for not having read it yet.
	Don Quixote by Miguel De Cervantes There was a time I could (and would) sing every line to the Original Cast Recording of Man of La Mancha–coupled with the legendary status of the novel, it makes no sense that I’ve never even tried it. Honestly, it’s the length that’s intimidated me.
	Literally anything by Agatha Christie For a mystery buff like me, it’s unthinkable that I’ve never read anything by the Queen of Crime..
	The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas In my defense, I did actually buy a copy of this in February. I’m getting closer to reading this one.
	The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett Hammett is another of those writers that boggles my mind that I’ve not gotten to yet. The Maltese Falcon is at the top of that list–I’m sure it’s different than the movie (which I love), and I’d like to see how Hammett imagined the tale.
	A Curse of Krakens by Kevin Hearne This trilogy is just fantastic–the first two volumes rocked, I had fun, and Hearne played my heartstrings like a guitar. So why has this book remained untouched for three years? I don’t have a clue.
	London Rules by Mick Herron Saying this opens me up to a comment or three below and at least two texts from my friend Paul, telling me how much I need to read this (and every Slough House book since). Yes, Paul will be taunting me. But he’s right. I should’ve.
	Cover of Brave New World by Aldous Huxley There’s a time when I should’ve read this in High School–and almost did. But at the time, I just wasn’t up to reading dystopian fiction. And there’s been a mental block since then.
	1984 by George Orwell Ditto.
	The Doors of Stone by Patrick Rothfuss I absolutely loved The Name of the Wind–it’s one of my all-time, Mt. Rushmore of books. The second book in the trilogy, The Wise Man’s Fear wasn’t as good–but still, it was great. So, why haven’t I read the third book in the trilogy? Really, why? I don’t have the foggiest. I’m sure there’s a good reason. I just wish I could figure out what it was.