Maybe you're like I was: you know it's a classic, and yet there your copy sits, unread, gathering dust like Arrakis itself.
Hitchcock sends the script--unread--to Thom Mount and his superior, Ned Tanen.
So he sits and dreams, holding an open volume, unread, on his knees.
Her Ladyship sat with an unread book on her knees gazing into nothingness.
Natalie pursued her own anxious thoughts over the unread pages of the book in her lap.
The topic is so interesting that the unread paragraph has to wait.
The author was Monsieur Charles Perrault, a famous personage in a great perruque, who in his day wrote large volumes now unread.
It was boomed, and lay, unread, on every ones drawing-room table.
On the night of April sixth, Lincoln's signatures to the unread despatches of the first of April, came home to roost.
And off he went, putting the letter, unread, into his pocket.