I ended up loving two of the books that were assigned in school: All Quiet on the Western Front and The Great Gatsby were both great, and I still love them to this day. Flowers for Algernon was good but I don't feel compelled to read it again. The Crucible, Hamlet, Romeo & Juliet, Great Expectations, and Of Mice and Men made little impression on me. I thought the story of The Odyssey was terrific, but actually reading it was torture. Maybe it was a bad translation.
The only book that I outright hated was The Catcher in the Rye. Of all the novels that have had untold amounts of praise heaped upon them over the decades, this may be the least deserving. Even at the height of my whiny teenage angst and cynicism, I wanted everyone who fawned over this book to just grow the f**k up. I would never give this crap to a kid. This book offended me, but not for the same reason that it's offended so many others. Usually uptight people are offended by the book's profane language, but I was offended that such an unlikable jackoff of a character was being hailed as some kind of hero. And of course, in high school, you're not allowed to interpret a book differently from the majority, so of course I failed the homework for this book.
I was never forced to read Lord of the Flies, thank Jebus. Based on everything I hear about it, it sounds like exactly the kind of pretentious "message" book that I would hate.
To the people who were assigned Dracula and Frankenstein, I wish I had gone to your schools.
It's too bad that my school didn't let students choose their own books to write book reports about. I would have chosen the novelization of Speed 2: Cruise Control, or maybe Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives, just to see what kind of reaction it would get.