Further investigations reveal:
|If you own A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin, you are unlikely to own Socks Two from Vogue‘s Knitting on the Go series.|
|If you own Nine Princes in Amber by Roger Zelazny, you are unlikely to own Desiring God: meditations of a Christian hedonist by John Piper.|
|If you own One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn, you are unlikely to own Definitely Dead, the sixth in Charlaine Harris’ series of Southern Vampire novels.|
|If you own The Color Purple by Alice Walker, you are unlikely to own F.A. Hayek’s classic economic treatise, The Road to Serfdom. Which is ironic, in a way.|
|If you own the Confessions of St Augustine, you are unlikely to own Sherilynn Kenyon’s vampire romance, Night Pleasures.|
|If you own The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold, you are unlikely to own D.A. Carson’s highly regarded textbook warning against Exegetical Fallacies.|
I could go on all day. It is interesting that theology texts, and paranormal romance, seem to be somewhat isolated bodies of literature.