At eighteen I got engaged to a college guy* who had piles and piles of books. He had more than a dozen paperback John Steinbecks, and I read every one of them. Just ate 'em up. But after I worked my way through the pile I never bought or read any more Steinbeck.
About five years after that, I discovered Agatha Christie and snapped up every book I could find. When I got to the one (somebody remind me of the title, please) where the narrator--the narrator, for heaven's sake--turns out to be the murderer, I was cured of my addiction.
If anyone's up for sharing, it might be interesting to hear what authors or genres you once thought you'd never tire of but finally have. What were you reading and what caused your infatuation to fade?
*Thirty years later, he's still my main squeeze.