I've got a large box overflowing with books I've yet to read. I made a pact with myself when I started reading seriously to always keep it full. Well, it's more than full, although, I confess that many of the books in it are large (Don Quixote, I Know this Much is True, House of Leaves). I don't want to start another box but I may have to. Especially now that I've bought seven new (read: used) books today from the thrift store:
Bel Canto, Anne Patchett
The Blind Assassin, Margaret Atwood
The Moonstone, Wilkie Collins
Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
Snow Falling on Cedars, David Guterson
A book of plays by Henrik Ibsen and one of short stories by Dostoyevsky (Including Notes form the Underground).
All at just under eight bucks.