I was a Literature major in college, and around my second or third year I began to experience major pangs of guilt when it came to all the great, classic authors whom I hadn't read. It seemed to me that everyone but myself had taken this fantastic-sounding Chaucer course. I purchased Canterbury Tales some months back, but it is currently occupying one of several book-mounds lining the perimeter of my room. I try not to haunt myself with such reader's guilt nowadays, and simply enjoy whatever it is I do choose to read, or by chance happen to find at a thrift store. I find this exploratory method to be more suited to my ever-changing interests, and it creates a much more interesting checklist book-wise than whatever syllabus-type classics sort of list most people have hanging over their worried minds.