They made us read mainly crap in high school. What’s up with that shit?
Okay, it was the good end of crap (after all, we weren’t reading Danielle Steele), but holy hell I’ve hated so many books because I was forced to read them as a teen.
The only things I enjoyed in high school I was forced to read in literature classes:
- the Odyssey
- Pride and Prejudice
- poetry in general
The one author I finally gave a fair shake when I got older:
(I did not like Dickens when I was in K-12, except for A Christmas Carol - the original text, not adaptations of various movie versions)
Maybe when I’m 70 or something I can attempt some of the authors again, like Hemingway or Hawthorne (ugh) or Henry James (BLECH). Or maybe I’ll learn to read Dante in the original.
Sorry, William Golding, I plan on never reading Lord of the Flies again.
And let us not speak of Catcher in the Rye.
What the hell was that shit? I’d rather read Faulkner again.