All About Books: Throwback Thursday

How "Great Expectations" scared this blogger for life. Come on, you know you want to know!

Ah, back to school time. It was always a favorite time of year for me. (You're shocked, aren't you?) Not only did I get to go back to school which, for me, yes, was a big bonus, but I got to shop for school supplies! An activity which I sill thoroughly enjoy today. Only now, I can shop for "school supplies" year-round!

I used to love my high school English classes. Miss Handy was my favorite, but Mr. Riegles left quite the impression, as well. (I'm a graduate of Martin Luther in Greendale. Class of 1995!) Mr. Riegles used to have the Yiddish word of the day on the board and would employ a "Madam Secretary" to post and record the word. (Yes, I was a secretary and, yes, I wanted to be a secretary!) But those same English classes that introduced me to grammar and Shakespeare and other wonderful topics, also brought me "Great Expectations."

I know we're supposed to love Charles Dickens and, believe me, I'm a huge fan of "A Christmas Carol," but my word do I loathe "Great Expectations." I've been forced to read the book three times in various high school and college classes and every time I hated it. I can't stand the characters or the setting or anything about it. To this day, just thinking about "Great Expectations" has the potential for making me break out in hives. (See how I suffer for the enjoyment of you, my readers?)

The only other books that can make me feel feverish with dread like "Great Expectations" is Steinbeck's "The Grapes of Wrath" or William Faulkner's "The Sound and the Fury." I'm supressing shudders even as I type.

What about you? What books did you loathe to find on your class syllabus?

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Bob Sacamano September 07, 2012 at 07:02 PM
and this is why you live in a van down by the river and subsist on gubmint cheese. Read more Rand, get off of the teat.
Bren September 07, 2012 at 07:31 PM
Books were never an issue for me--it was poetry. I believe it stemmed from my childhood interest in the written and verbal development of the English language. Believing that the aesthetic evolution of narrative description reached its apex in William Shakespeare, choking down the cloying verbosity of the Romantics, the studied paucity of cummings, etc., was anathema. Worse, I am susceptible to pattern recognition and counting. I never fail to get distracted by pentameter. Ugh.
Bren September 07, 2012 at 07:32 PM
Bob, Ayn Rand subsisted on gubmint cheese in the form of Medicare and Social Security.
Bob Sacamano September 07, 2012 at 07:45 PM
Ms Rand paid for her SS and Medicare unlike the many piggies who do not pay and still suckle from the gubmint teats.
St. Swithin September 07, 2012 at 08:12 PM
See, I attracted a troll. Bob S. clearly knows nothing about me, but that doesn't stop him from opening his mouth. I suspect he knows very little about Rand either. And he has trouble spelling 'government'. What books have made Bob angry, I wonder? _Common Sense_?


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