After a cruel colleague alerted me to Time’s list of the 100 best English-language novels from 1923 to the present I had to look at it immediately to see how many I had read. Initially I thought it was a pitiful 31, but then realised I’d missed out F – T, which took me up to a slightly more respectable 42.
It’s still depressing to note how many I read not for the love of literature but because I was studying them. And how few in the last 20 years. Sigh.