In High School I was proud of the classics I’d read – it took a reading of Great Expectations before I had a taste for Dickens. Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Dumas (tee hee), Hugo were all authors whose works I loved. Sure, I read some contemporary novels, but with so many classics I felt my time would be better used reading books whose appeal had been proven. I am guilty of a kind of snobbery when it comes to books I suppose, though I have recently read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and fell in love with it.