I'm just glad to have read anything at all in my yoof, given the anti-intellectualism rife in the house. Anyway, each book is a stepping stone to the next and becomes part of the conversation so no, no regrets here. Literary trends are as seductive as fashion statements and hairstyles when you're growing up - and then you either look back on pictures of back in the day and cringe, or you say, it was what it was. That was me then.
Some of those books have stayed with me. I'm still in love with Mary MacLeod's version of Spenser's Faerie Queene and with Norton's Borrowers and any number of other books that some might find less intellectual and therefore less worthy. No shame here. Those old friends got me through some hard times and I won't turn my back on them.