Did you ever refuse to read a book because it was a classic? Or because it was some genre you were sure you didn't like? In spite of your mom and your sister liking it?

Well, I refused for years to read Georgette Heyer. Even a glowing compliment from Garth Nix didn't completely convince me.

Harlequin has started reprinting her books, though, so I bought one to send to my mom, and since it was the only thing in my bag on a long train ride, I opened it.

Y'know what? I was an idiot when I was a kid.