Grim's link took me to other articles by Examiner writer Michelle Kerns, including her "Men are from Dune, women are from Pemberley" lists of 75 Books Every Man or Every Woman Must Read. I'm afraid I haven't read very many of them, but I've read 16 from the men's list and only 11 from the women's.
Both lists pick a single book by a famous writer and let it go at that. I don't read that way; I'm more likely to read all of the works of an author that suits me and never quite get through even the first book of an author that doesn't. What's more, almost none of the books I've read from either of these lists is on my "desert island" list of the few books I'd want to have on hand to read repeatedly for the rest of my life, in a pinch. "Lolita" isn't on either list, for instance. But "War and Peace" is on one and "Middlemarch" on the other, so there's that. And yet no C.S. Lewis! I don't know what I'd do with myself if I couldn't read and re-read his works. Not to mention Robert Heinlein, John Varley, Frederick Pohl, Larry Niven/Jerry Pournelle, and a handful of other science-fiction writers I depend on year after year--science fiction and fantasy being my true lifelong literary enthusiasms.
But as for Twain, Dickens, Joyce, Rushdie, Hemingway, Henry James, Maya Angelou, J. K. Rowling, and other high- and low-brow favorites, I just can't read them at all.