The thick spine of Lonesome Dove, the Pulitzer Prize-winning epic by Larry McMurtry, has been staring down on me from my shelf for more than a year, and I’ve yet to crack it open. I’d like to claim that it’s the book’s breadth that keeps me from doing so, but that’s not it: A beat-up version of Horseman, Pass By, the writer’s slim debut novel, sits close to it, equally untouched. The thing is, I know I’ll love Dove. The Last Picture Show is one of my favorite films, and I mostly enjoyed the two books I’ve read by McMurtry: All My Friends Are Going To Be Strangers, a snapshot of early-twentysomething boozing, heartbreak, restlessness, and writerly ambitions; and Boone’s Lick, an amusing tale of a family’s arduous journey after the Civil War. And right now, I kind of feel like someone who says they really like The Stones but hasn’t bothered to listen to Sticky Fingers yet. [Tim Lowery]