Apologies for posting videos 2 days in a row, but if you haven’t seen this yet, click play and have some laughs.

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Aside from the pure entertainment value in this clip, Tobias Wolff makes an interesting point about how we find the books we come to love.  I don’t recall reading many of the literary books assigned in my high school English classes, not even the most basic Shakespeare.  I read a lot of classics when I was little — HEIDI and BLACK BEAUTY and the like — but by the time I was 13 I’d already moved on to forbidden authors (forbidden, at least, by my Catholic school teachers) like Sydney Sheldon and Jackie Collins.  There’s no way I was putting down LUCKY or CHANCES or RAGE OF ANGELS to read a skinny little JD Salinger paperback about an unhappy teenaged boy.  * ho hum *

I finally read CATCHER IN THE RYE a couple of years ago (at age 40-something) and all I can say is that I struggled to get to the last page.  I’m ashamed to admit this, but when it was finally, painfully, over I looked at my husband and said, “I don’t get it.”  I’m pretty sure he was appalled.

What classic work of literature do you hate to admit hating?

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