Dana Girls Mysteries. I should try to find editions of the ones available when I was a kid, because they're a series that gets rewritten for each generation. Oh, how I wanted a spiffy roadster.

I was reading Agatha Christie and books with sex in them.

I totally read this wrong.

Never heard of Sweet Valley High, but definitely read most of the Bobbsey Twins, Nancy Drew, and Encyclopedia Brown books.

Bizarrely, Flowers and the Attic et al came up during my last book salon (Russian authors).

I can't believe I was soaking myself in more teen Americana than you guys were, and I wasn't even living here. But you read what you can get when you're summering in someone else's house.

I read tons of Sweet Valley High. This even included Sweet Valley Saga, the series that traced their family through American history. There were flappers, and people in the San Francisco earthquake, and bootleggers, and some pioneers, and I don't remember who else. Probably some WWII stories. And their mother's ancestors and their father's ancestors kept meeting and falling in love and then being driven apart by tragic fate, until finally, their mother and father met at Berkeley in the sixties, or something like that.

I also had the Sweet Valley High board game.

By 11 years old, I was reading Rosemary Rogers, then my aunt loaned me a bunch of her Barbara Cartlands and Harlequins (Janet Dailey and Charlotte Lamb were the most memorable of that batch). By 12, I was reading Stephen King and books for the school's Book Club, including TKaM and Michener. By 13, when I was finally earning my own cash via babysitting, I was buying my own Silhouette Desires (a lot spicier than my aunt's romances), when I first read Elizabeth Lowell and Sandra Brown.

Looking back, I read a lot of horror. But also my mom's old Victoria Holts and pretty much anything she had around -- a lot of those big family saga books like Evergreen that were big at the end of the 1970s. Before sixth grade I had gone through all the Nancy Drew and Mom's old Cherry Ames, as well as Paul Zindel and all the Judy Blume and Patricia Danziger books. I can't remember when I read Go Ask Alice. I know I was pretty young. Oh, and Norma Klein! I read all of her stuff.

Did anyone outside of the Chicago area read a book called Do Black Patent Leather Shoes Really Reflect Up? Everyone I knew in the '70s was reading that book.

I'm from Chicago but I'm pretty sure John R Powers is famous all over the place. They made Black Patent Leather Shoes into a musical. I wish they'd make a movie of The Unoriginal Sinner and the Ice Cream God.

I had a huge Victoria Holt/Jean Plaidy habit once I got a library card. Before that, it was catch as catch can. Porn started at 8. I finally tried to get in trouble for it at 11, but it turns out my father really didn't care if I read Playboy at that age. Although their porn novels did magically disappear around that time. Halloo, too late.

Mythology was my parent-sponsored entree into fantasy. My mother probably still regrets that. My father gave me my first SF at 11 or so, and then that was over. I was also raiding my mother's spy thrillers and black lit collection from about 8 on.

Victoria Holts and pretty much anything she had around -- a lot of those big family saga books like Evergreen that were big at the end of the 1970s.

AKA Jean Plaidy and Phillipa Carr, too. And lordy, God is an Englishman, Penmarric and their ilk. Madeleine Brent, Charlotte Armstrong, and everything Mary Stewart ever wrote. I liked Barbara Michaels, long before she wrote Amelia Peabody and became Elizabeth Peters. Andre Norton was my gate to SF.