But recently I've been craving something else. It started at the RNA conference in July. One of the workshops was on the influence of Shakespeare on romantic fiction and as the floor opened up to comments and questions, I realised that I have a gaping hole where my knowledge of classical literature should be.
While I do love biographies of 19th century adventuresses, Oscar Wilde and inter-war authors like Evelyn Waugh, F Scott Fitzgerald and PG Wodehouse, most of the classic novels have somehow slipped me by. School ruined Hardy and Harper Lee by making us analyse The Mayor of Casterbridge and To Kill a Mockingbird to death. But Balzac, Woolf, Dickens etc? All unchartered territory.
This, I feel, is wrong; it's a blip in my education. Consequently, my to-be-read pile has become a rather eclectic mix. It currently includes:
Pleasure, Pregnancy and a Proposition by Heidi Rice
Confessions of a Billionaire's Mistress by Robin Grady
Cheerful Weather for the Wedding by Julia Strachen
Good Evening, Mrs Craven by Mollie Panter Downes
Faberge's Eggs by Toby Faber
Predictably Irrational by Dan Ariely
The Voluptuous Delights of Peanut Butter and Jam by Lauren Liebenburg
Madame Bovary by Flaubert
Chin up, Girls: A Book of Women's Obituaries from the Daily Telegraph by Georgina Powell and Katharine Ramsay
Instead of reading only for enjoyment I'm now going to try and Improve My Mind as well, which may be a struggle given how densely-packed the text is in Cousin Bette.
I'm starting with Madame Bovary. Wish me luck.
What's on your TBR pile?