Oh, A. S. Byatt. Someday I will read you at last. And then I'll probably be angry at myself for not reading you sooner (and for reading terrible books instead).

I am always here for a Harry Potter re-read. Always.

ETA I am not as familiar with Evelyn Waugh as I should be, but how is being an ironic hipster snob less snobby that being a snob in earnest, if no one but the most careful biographer can tell the difference?