Short books please

Age 19 and about to go away on my own for the first time, I seriously considered taking the complete works of Shakespeare with me.

I was about the start an English degree and thought that reading all of Shakespeare pre-course would be a good use of my gap year. I wanted to look as clever as I felt. Like a real grown up clever person. I was also, it seems, a pretentious twat.

Thankfully I changed my mind and didn’t spend 3 months in South Carolina reading The Tempest.

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