Most recent guilty pleasure: "The Valley of Fear" Arthur Conan Doyle - just couldn't stop reading it until I finished it, and felt guilty for missing my beauty sleep. Also, I don't think it's great literature - too many cliches, too shallow, too stilted, too one-dimensional.... but it's a real page turner... That one dimension ('rip-roaring adventure') is difficult to forego. This is probably my main guilty pleasure - I also watch too many cop shows and James Bond movies - they don't offer me a quantum of solace, but provide some kind of guilty escape...