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



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?