Books in a bucket

In the back of the house, the part that I prefer not to go in because of its dark corners, dark spiders and other creepy crawlers, I found a red bucket with some books. The books were all stuffed inside, yellow with dust, crumpled from the heat but otherwise there ready to be read. The find included Emile Zola's Shame and Nick Hornby's High Fidelity. The day before I complained I had nothing to read.