Because I had a tendency to go to the library and simply pluck books nearly at random off the shelves, I have little idea about the majority of books I’ve ever read. On Goodreads (and if you’re a reader and haven’t tried Goodreads, try it), you can list every book you’ve ever read, but I simply can’t remember entire years in my reading.
We aren’t exactly talking about great literature, for the most part.
So, every once in a while I wonder what I’m forgetting. Are there magnificent books hidden deep in the crevices of my cantankerous brain? I bet there are. But I bet there are more trashy novels than you could shake a stick at, given a desire to shake a stick (and who doesn’t have a stick-shaking need every once in a while?) in the general direction of books.
Do I have a point? No. I can’t believe you read this far thinking I did.