I missed that one, I reckon.
I do recall The Amityville Horror, The Exorcist and Sophie’s Choice.
When she wasn’t shoving her book choices at me, I was happily reading Bradbury, instead.
I decided one year to read seventies fiction as I was too young to read it when it first came out. I found out I had not missed much.
There were some good mysteries and some really good Sci-Fi. But romance was either so sweet it gave you cavities or bed hoppers extraordinaire. Let's not even get into the the horror. And then there was the general fiction novels. Let's just say that by the end of the book I was generally cheering for everyone to die a horrible death.