I read Anne Rice. Oh, how I read Anne Rice. Also a lot of John Grisham. No, I don't know either.

I never read the Xanth books. My brother had some. But my dad had Bradbury, Sheckley, Asimov, Heinlein, Vonnegut, Dick...

I think my bias against sword & sorcery protected me, actually.

Oh god, I read a lot of Anne Rice. I don't know why I never picked up any Piers Anthony, given how long my fascination with the YA sf/f section at the library lasted. Although I was always way more into fantasy as a kid; I didn't get really interested in science fiction until college.

I think I read 3 Xanth books and a couple of Anthony's other books. But I was a bit old to really get hooked on them. Too old for the Belgariad, too, thankfully. Bad fantasy fiction for me was gobs of Anne McCaffrey and Katherine Kurtz' Deryni novels.

I read my dad's old science fiction. Which was largely, 60s, I think. Sturgeon? There was some of that that tweaked my head for a bit. I don't know if I've ever read Pier Anthony or Heinlein, for that matter. Oh, wait, I did read Balook.

Basically, I read anything in the parents' house. So, very random. Since then, I don't really seek out traditional scifi or fantasy. I have the Pullman trilogy, Contact, a Tepper (the only one I've ever read,) some Asimov, a lot of Shute (which I guess is more dystopia than scifi when it isn't WW2 or flying) and this book about dogs with mechanized human limbs (Lives of the Monster Dogs!). And probably some others, but these are really a minority. And just...random. A lot of regional fiction and nonfiction, heavy on the Balkans and latino culture.

I got hooked on the Chronicles of Amber instead, plus other random Zelazny (Doorways in the Sand is actually my fave of his - I still love it).

I read a lot of Zelazny in my teens too. Mostly though I was the anti-Strega, working my way through the pulps in paperback: Robert E. Howard, Fritz Leiber, ERB.

Heh. And I join the shame corner of having read way too much crappy Piers Anthony and Anne McCaffrey in my teenage years (along with a lot of very crappy romance novels, but that more out of needing to check SOMETHING out of the library, and having read most of the sci-fi they had there and pretty much all the "young adult"...)

My romance gateway drug was the "Sunfire" series of teen historical romances that always featured a 16-year-old at some critical point in American history having to choose between two guys. I liked them better than normal YA romances because the stakes were so much higher--instead of proms and Homecoming dances, the girls got to face earthquakes and battles and Oregon Trails and sinking Titanics, and they ended the books engaged instead of just dating.

I picked up a few of them on ebay a few years back. Not as good as I remembered, sadly.

ooh, I remember those, Susan! There was one about the flood in that city in Pennsylvania...

I never got into YA romances, for some reason. My aunt loaned me bags-full of Harlequins and Barbara Cartlands when I was about 12, so that was my "pure and innocent" romance phase.

By the time I had babysitting money to buy my own books, Silhouette was publishing the spicier Desire and Intimate Moments books, followed by Bantam's Loveswepts when I was in high school. Getting into romances at the beginning of the 1980s boom meant that I was reading Sandra Brown's and Nora Roberts from their earliest books, most of which were actually pretty good. My favorite romance authors at that point were actually Elizabeth Lowell and Iris Johansen, who've since moved into mainstream suspense novels. Oh, and Janet Evanovitch (pre-Stephanie Plum) had some excellent Loveswept books back then as well.