He was the first 'authority figure' to challenge the types of books I read. Once he discovered that I'd been conservative in my page totals, he told me I had to read a classic per every four books. I'm not big on classics, btw. For the first one, I fudged and reread 'The Scarlet Pimpernel', which I adore! He somehow figured out that i'd read it before and started giving me choices between books that he picked. I ended up reading 'Ivanhoe' -- ack! (though the movie with Anthony Andrews was LOVELY -- well, AA was lovely!) AFter that I needed something light -- and can you believe I'd not read Jane Austen yet? So I read 'Emma', which I thought was funny (though I didn't really get it until years later).
Back then there was no chicklit, but I read Ellen Conford and June Foley -- both of which I still adore. Now? Well, generally speaking, I really don't like chick lit. (Except for Jennifer Barnes's books, both of which I've enjoyed). I love fantasy, but not high fantasy so much. I don't do dark and edgy, for the most part...I've become a restless reader! I can't settle down and just enjoy anymore -- ahhhhhh!!!
Has this happened to anyone else? The stuff I read before becoming a writer I still love...but I can't seem to find any new loves :( (However, I'm holding out hope that a couple of upcoming friends' books might do the trick -- one of which is arriving next week!)
Am I a lost case? Is there hope?
P.S. I had to use the picture above because our snow is finally melting...in fact, it could be gone by the end of the week!