On the fantasy front, my deficiencies are boundless: I've never ready any Mcaffrey, Lackey, LeGuin,
Lack of LeGuin is a Science Fiction deficiency as well as a fantasy failing.
I heartily concur; depending on whether your mood is leaning SF ("Left Hand of Darkness") or Fantasy ("Earthsea") you should remedy LeGuin-lessness, post haste!
(though storing in sealed bags with baking soda and silica gel helps a lot).
Yes! Baking Soda - thanks AarowOM! That was definitely a key ingredient (we were too poor at the time to afford much else... certainly not a replacement copy of the snazzy LOTR Omnibus sporting Elijah Wood on the cover).
You really are a heretic.
(Nicest thing anyone has said all week!)

For now, I'll forgive your serious Pratchettlessness, but if you tell me you actually liked any of O.S. Card's 3rd or 4th books in any series, I am afraid I'll have to take to heart you comment of beatings about the head and neck with Gormenghast.
Um...on that note, I secretly like two of Hubbard's books, too: "The Mirror of Her Dreams" and "A Man Rides Through." They are the closest thing to smarmy romance I've ever read. Let the beatings begin?
I take perverse exception to the implication that I am NOT a geek!

If watching every Star Trek episode doesn't qualify me, having children who build "Delta Flyers" out of their legos should! Besides, I need something to look forward to after retirement... if I haven't read Mr. P in the ~20 years between now and then!
I think the only series I've ever read which continued to satsify beyond the 2nd/3rd book (a trilogy, if it's good, registers as "a story" in my mind) was Bujold's Vorkosigan series (as close as I tend to come to smarmy romance). Asimov's Robot stories could be viewed as a whole series... but they kind of group naturally into threes. Peirs Anthony's Xanth stuff was entertaining until age 15 (too many icky sexual innuendos after a while); and his Incarnations of Immortality began to wear on me after realizing it was the same story each time (give or take).
And I'm sure I'm not the first to notice, but when you read Asimov's stuff in somewhat chronological order, it's amusing to see how the style changes according to the taste of the times. Over the years, his dialogue seemed to pass from mostly stiff scientific discourse or awkward educational film-style "chit-chat" to incorporating attempts at slang, romance, and even (gasp) minor swearing! I've heard some readers complain about the style of the old masters, but because of Isaac's longevity, I find it endearing to see him trying to adapt over the decades.