I used to read gaming fiction a lot. In fact, it's what I read the most when I was ten to fourteen years old. That was a long time ago.
When in the hobby store a month or two ago, I picked up "The Temple of Elemental Evil", a Greyhawk game fiction book, written by Thomas M. Reid and published by WotC. When I finished it, a four hour read, I was really happy with myself. Happy that I stuck it out and finished it, and didn't throw it. It was so bad that my brain felt like what sniffing glue must feel like. I slept lousy that night.
I probably won't try to walk down nostalgia lane again. Don't get me wrong, I'm know that there's good game fiction. But non-game fiction is better, a few exceptions aside. And those exceptions undoubtedly go on to write non-game fiction books, so why bother reading it at all?