If you love something as much as we love books, you have the ability to hate it with the same level of passion. Now, there are plenty of books we just don't like. Not our thing, don't read a certain genre, we're not the intended audience, etc. But I'm not talking about those gray areas. Maybe it's because I didn't get much sleep last night and woke up a little cranky, but - let's talk about books we loathe!
I think the first book I ever truly hated was Johnny Tremain. My 6th grade class had to read this in some sort of combination English and Social Studies lesson. Now, I've heard Johnny Tremain referred to as a classic and it even won the Newbery Award in 1944. To my 11-year-old mind, however, this was the most boring thing I ever had to read ever. And I read a lot! Maybe I should return to it with my mature, adult eyes, but whenever I think of this book, I can't help remembering how much I wanted to throw it across the room and how much I hated my 6th grade teacher.
A novel that comes in as a close second on the hate-scale is another that I was "forced" to read in my youth. In A.P. English, we had to read Bartleby the Scrivener, which might have been the first time I wrote a mini-rejection letter in my head: "Dear Herman, I love the idea you're going for here, but the execution is god awful. Sorry, I'll pass."
But, like I said, the story of Bartleby still intrigued me; I just "preferred not to" read it. It wasn't until my teacher then suggested Billy Budd by Melville that I knew true hate, and it's the reason I'll never read Moby Dick. Two examples of an author's long-winded, incredibly dull storytelling skills are all that I need, thank you. Sorry to any Melville fans; I'm sure there are things to admire about his sentence structure, style, and command of language. I just don't see it. I ended up telling my teacher about three-quarters through that I just couldn't finish. She seemed sympathetic to my cause and still gave me credit for reading it.
The reason these terrible-to-me books were read at such young ages is because after high school, people stopped forcing me to read things I might hate. In college I didn't love everything I read, but I certainly didn't hold any violent grudges toward them.
You tell me: what's the one title you can't barely think about without feeling enraged?
Just Say No to Bad Books!
(but respect other people's opinions about them because everything is subjective!)