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Tsundoku (Japanese)—The act of leaving a book unread after buying it, typically piling it up together with other such unread books.
John was late coming home from work. "You're late," Sherlock said, not turning away from the window.
"Yeah, I stopped at Foyles," John explained, referring to the bookstore on the south bank of the Thames.
"Mmm. What did you get this time?"
"Anna Karenina."
"Are you going to actually read it?"
"What do you mean by that?" John asked after a pause.
Sherlock spun around, finally diverting his gaze from the window. "I mean that you go to Foyles once a month, buy a book, put it on the shelf, and leave it there."
John opened his mouth, closed it, and stalked over to the bookshelf. There, piled on top of each other, were about ten books that hadn't been read. "Well it's not like you've read them either," John said, scrunching his nose.
Sherlock gave a snort. "Try not to be so dense, John." John raised an eyebrow. "I've read all of these books."
"When?" John asked incredulously.
"At university. I did have a life before you came along."
"I know," John returned lamely.
Sherlock strode over to the bookshelf and let his eyes rest on the spines of John's paperbacks. Pride and Prejudice. The Great Gatsby. Ragtime. "Ragtime. Interesting choice," Sherlock remarked.
"Yeah, uh…I guess," John replied, rubbing the back of his neck. Without warning, Sherlock grabbed the bag from John's hand and fished out the book, curling himself in the corner of the couch. "Sherlock?"
Sherlock sighed. "You're not going to read it. I might as well," he explained shortly. John slumped in the armchair across from the couch, and Sherlock sighed again. "All happy families are alike;" he began, "each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." John smiled.