Now I feel bad. All these books that apparently I should be feeling guilty about reading. I bury my head in shame.
No. No. At most I will concede that I do enjoy some books for which I was not the target demographic (being male and (over?) due for a midlife crisis). Books like the Harry Potter series, the Artemis Fowl series, the Twilight series, all of Pratchett's books for younger readers. These I can read over and over and never get sick of them. ...
Oh hell, I admit these too: I love
The Wind in the Willows and adore all the
Winnie-the-Pooh books - but they must all come with illustrations by E.H.Shepard.