bryan:  I've got six or seven Family Circus collections...  I Can't Untie My Shoes, Peek-a-boo I Love You, Who Invented Rain, etc...  I don't feel any guilt myself, but other people sure like to heap it on...  well, who cares what you all think...  NOT ME!!!

Joel Jensen:  Road Belong Cargo by Peter Lawrence.  This is rather high-minded for a guilty pleasure, but I'm in the midst of writing a dissertation, and this is about as far adrift from architectural theory as I'll permit myself to go without being overcome with guilt.  Really, graduate school is an exercise in how much guilt a person can endure.  In fact, after wasting a precious 4 minutes writing this message, I'll have to flagellate myself later.

Mark Kalar: Gilmore Girls - The Complete First Season. Who has time to read anymore? With the Gilmore Girls, I get sharp, witty dialogue, literary references (and even the occasional Norman Mailer cameo) without all the... you know... books and stuff.

Stephen McClurg:  A giant stack of Rue Morgue magazines. I can't get enough.

Keith Pille:  For someone who spends as much time as I do railing about how full of shit Ayn Rand is, I sure have a lot of her books. Once a year or so, I'll get the itch to read Atlas Shrugged or The Fountainhead, and I then spend a week fulminating over the simplifications and pathetic straw man examples, and vow that I'm done with this.  But twelve months later, it happens again.

Don Pizarro:  A certain vampire series from a certain New Orleans native--but only the first three!  I read the fourth and fifth ones, but I swear I never bought them or read a single Vampire Chronicle after that.  I swear to God!  Shut up!

Simon Riordan:  When I was a young lad, I made a decision.  And I'm proud to say that I have followed through on that decision.  I haven't been able to follow through on many decisions from that long ago, but I was able to make this one work.
The decision was this: when I'm "older" and I live on my own, I am going to subscribe to Playboy magazine.  I have been a subscriber for almost five years now (and no, I do not "collect" them, that is for old men; and yes, I do read the articles, but I don't use that excuse).

All of the women in my life chastise me for subscribing.  However, all of them almost always pick it up and read it and find something interesting to comment on (airbrushing aside).

Jonathan Shipley:  Killing Yourself to Live, by Chuck Klosterman.

Amethyst Vineyard:  Definitely Jay Anson's The Amityville Horror.  It is terrible, and I love it, and I read it over and over again.