Read all the books in my "must read" pile

When I left my job I got gift coupons for a book shop from my friends, and it seems that, unknown to be, I had many friends there. I got a large sum and I went on to spent it in the shop. There was a discount on prose in English, so I finally bought (and have already finished) Harry Potter and the HBP (terrible). I’ve already started Black Dogs by Ian McEwan and yes, I didn’t forget about Pearl and Anarchism…

I was so tired lately, I couldn’t handle Tolkien English, rhymed and full of descriptions of clothes and food. Instead I cheated a bit and started reading “V for Vendetta”. It’s not really cheating, it’s just changing the order and I’m still working towards completing the goal.
Anyway, V. It completly sucks me in. Fascinating. Also it frightens the hell out of me. Like a scary movey. Sure, full of political thought, but scary. By the way, it’s very much like a film. And I hate scary films. I never watch them, they give me nightmares. Now every night I keep imagining that I see a freeky smiling face appearing in front of me, and know that it’s come for me. It’s the face of guilt.
Is happiness always necessarily a prison? Is it necessarily an illusion? If I am happy, is it necessarily a signal that I’m overlooking something?

Something by Fford.
V for Vandeta.
On my non-fiction: I think I may go back to Estes for a while. I’ve been reading her on hard times, and this is certainly one.

A friend recommended “V for Vandetta”, I came across it so I bought it. So another new book to my pile, and I’m going to read it after Tolkien, and later some Fford, or the other way around.
And right now I’ve almost stopped reading. But that’s ok. I don’t mind very much if my “must read” pile grows bigger and bigger. I don’t mind if this takes years. In fact, I hope to always have a “must read” pile.

I need to choose my next readings, this time out of my shelf and NOT the book store. I’ll take “Sir Gawain and the Green Night, Pearl and Sir Orfeo” by Tolkien, translations of 13th century poems, it’ll be fiction and poetry at the same time, since I’m off poetry for a while (I cry too much as it is). For non-fiction, I have the Hebrew Anthology of Anarchism, I’ve started once and put aside.

Now I have a new trio:
Fiction – Right-Ho, Jeeves!
Non-fiction – The Right To Be Lazy.
Poetry – Ke-ain.
And the next on each list is going to be one of my existing books, and not a new one this time. This is not a part of my goal, but I do want to make some progress on the books I own and the books I’ve started. So, I’m going to make “next book” choices out of my “must-read” shelf.

I want to be more systematic about this. I have lots of books I’ve been meaning to read, some of which I’ve started once. I set a seperate shelf for them, and my system is going to be as follows: I will always be reading three books, no more, no less. One fiction, one non-fiction, one poetry. I will use this goal to keep a list.
My current readings:
Fiction – Berlin, Alexanderplatz by Alfred Deblin.
Non-fiction – The Nurture Assumption by Judith Harris.
Poetry – Shirim Be-Ashdodit by Sami Shalom Shitrit.
Next on the list:
Fiction – haven’t decided yet.
Non Fiction – The Right To Be Lazy by Paul Lafargue (a manifesto to my liking!).
Poetry – Just got a book as a belated anniversary gift from my partner, poems by my favourite Israely poet Yizhak La’or.