Yeah, I've Read It: The Quiet Shame of Faking Your Way Through the Canon
Most of us have done it — nodded along at a dinner party while someone raves about Ulysses, smiled knowingly when Dostoevsky comes up, quietly hoped nobody asks a follow-up question. The gap between the books we claim to have read and the ones we've actually finished is wider than most readers want to admit, and it says something pretty interesting about why we read in the first place.