game of shame
F mentioned to me about a silly game in the department: a group of English lit. majors sit around confessing to each other which works they haven't read but should, the most shameful dilettante is rewarded with drinks. Shakespeare, Eliot, Hemingway...? *horror* I have to say that my list of unread books will frighten my tutors, and be banished from the land of the Renaissance literate. I've struggled to read The Faerie Queene and only managed sections, skipped through some pages of Paradise Lost, and haven't completed Shakespeare's oeuvre. That's just the tip of an iceberg. What is worst, I haven't read the ones my dad published, namely LotR (only enjoyed the celluloid version) + the first Chinese nobel prize winner Kao's works. Oh, oh, my mum tried to introduce me to Chinese classics, but I didn't find them too interesting. Nowadays it's easy to pretend that you've read a book--just read the reviews and you'd know the plot and maybe be able to offer your own comment, too. Perhaps we should give a trophy to Posh for being downright honest.