Aware of a trembling in her fingers, she closed the unread book.

I would sit, book unread, letters unwritten, as America sailed past the window.

From here on the future was unknowable, like a page from an unread book.

I wonder how many of those they're reading, or if they end up with unread books piling up?

She sat on an easy chair with an unread book in her hands.

But when the book was published in 1994, it disappeared into the ether where unread books reside.

"No virgin lies here buried under his unread books."

Can he really bring off such a daunting task as adding another to his long list of unread books?

She sighed again, and switched off the light and dropped her unread book on to the floor.

I sat there motionless, an unread book splayed on my knees.