Okay, there must be something you read that's a guilty pleasure . . . a Harlequin romance stashed under the mattress. A cheesy sci-fi book tucked in the back of the freezer. A celebrity biography, a phoned-in Western . . . something that you'd really rather not be spotted reading. Even just a novel if you're a die-hard non-fiction fan. Come on, confess. We won't hold it against you!
Hmmm. Some years ago, I would have been a bit ashamed to admit that I've read erotica but currently, I think that if that bothers someone, that person should really get a life. :) (I would also wonder why that person would read my lj in the first place...)
No wait, I am ashamed that I read the three first books of the Sword of Truth before realizing what a stinking pile of vomit it is. But I didn't really like them, so they weren't a guilty *pleasure*.