
OK, so I have a confession.
I don't know how it happened. I was careful. Lists were made. Blogs were read. Bookstores and libraries were trolled. Lunch was had with other bloggers. Much discussion was had, and many books were exchanged in parking lots.
Yet, somehow, oversights occurred anyway.
I admit it.

I have never read Joanna Bourne's
My Lord and Spymaster. Or Meredith Duran's
The Duke of Shadows. While historical romance was my gateway into the world of romance back when I was a teen, there are some really big names I still haven't read. Laura Kinsale, Eloisa James, and Suzanne Enoch, among others.
And, when it comes to classics, there are other reading oversights. Being a lit major in college, I actually read Charlotte Bronte's
Jane Eyre 2 or 3 times for various classes, but sister Emily Bronte's
Wuthering Heights remains unread. Margaret Mitchell's
Gone with the Wind is another classic I never got to.
Whenever these books (or other much-read books I haven't read) come up in conversation, I always feel like I'm missing out.

Over the last year, I've
finally gotten around to reading books that everyone else seems to have read, like JR Ward's
Black Dagger Brotherhood series, Loretta Chase's
Lord of Scoundrels, and Nalini Singh's
PsyChangeling series. And, if it hadn't have been for
The Book Smugglers Guest Dare back in January, I'd still be a Lord of the Rings virgin. (I finally read
The Fellowship of the Ring.)
So, now, it's the moment of truth.
I told you some of mine. Now you tell me yours.
Finish this sentence:
I can't believe I still haven't read . . .
Come on back tomorrow and visit me on my second day here on the Island! Also, be sure to visit me at my place, Renee's Book Addiction.