Well, ok, but after this, I'm going to have a lot of promiscuous sex with dozens of hot frat boys and blog about it.
All right, so that's not going to happen, but still. What do I look like, bookslut or something?
First of all, it's hard to go wrong with the Brontes or Jane Austin. I like George Elliot and Mary Shelley. Well, I really liked Frankenstein, but I haven't read anything else by Shelley, but I assume that I'll like it. I like the short stories of Gertrude Stein (her novels can be a bit much at once, though), Dorothy Parker (her poetry is also kickass), Alison Baker, and Margaret Atwood.
But if I had to chose one author, it would have to be Carole Nelson Douglas. While she writes some dumb series about a cat that solves mysteries on its own, she also writes a fabulous series following the adventures of Irene Adler. Irene is, of course, the only woman to have ever out-witted Sherlock Holmes. The series tells the story from her point of view, and also tells of subsequent cases that require someone more discreet (and more qualified) than the world reknown supersleuth.
I must say that it took me longer to compile this list than I thought it would--I never realized it before, but I don't read a lot of female authors. I listen to a lot of music by female artists, though, so I assume that it all evens out somehow.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.