Admit your shameful reading history!

[inverarity]

I may joke about how much Twilight sucks. (And it does suck, with the suckiness of a thousand sucking suckers -- this is not open to dispute. Twilight is Bad. If you disagree, you are wrong, in the same way that someone who says the sun orbits the Earth is wrong.) But while a hundred million tween and teen girls may be making Stephanie Meyer rich for her sucky, creeptastic Mormon vampire epic, I'll bet all of you, like me, have skeletons hiding on the dusty top shelves of your own bookshelves. Books you thought were awesome when you were fourteen. Books that you would now not be caught dead reading.

Books like....



Yes, I totally read these books when I was fourteen.

In my defense, I was going through a serious pulp fiction phase. I loved Edgar Rice Burroughs and Robert E. Howard and H.P. Lovecraft, and the first few Gor novels actually were pretty standard swords & sorcery.

(Then, so the rumor goes, John Norman went through a nasty divorce, and everything he wrote after that became endless misogynistic BDSM fantasies.)

I also used to read a lot of Piers Anthony.



Yes, he's a shameless hack with an ego that affects the tides, but several of his series started out interesting.

Okay, your turn.

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[swissmarg]

Harlequin romances. I would read like one a day, I was so addicted. I even joined a mail-order book-of-the-month club. I don't know how my mother allowed that. I guess they were pretty tame, after all.

Also, the Clan of the Cave Bear series. I only read them for the smut.