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.
May I ask approximately how long it took for you to read all the Hugos? I’ve wanted to try this myself, but I haven’t made it very far yet.