They burble and incandensce, and light the way. They're a comfort at night in bed, no matter how many Wikipedias crop up. They provide insight, food for thought, laughter and love. Turmoil and fear.
After much thought, I've listed myself under Horror. After all: all the book bannings down the centuries, all the fear behind just that scribble or two. All the call to thought, or to adventure, or simply to other realms otherwise unshared! And all that hard-earned money spent on... books.
And if you can't resist just One More Book... at least use the link at the bottom of this page, and support PanHistoria if your destination is Amazon.com.