Occurred to me again after posting about Watership Down in the what are you reading thread. I have been an avid reader for as long as I can remember. I can't remember ever enjoying a book I read for school. Some of those include Taronga, by Victor Kelleher, 1984, by George Orwell, Watership Down, by Richard Adams, The Odessa File, by Frederick Forsyth, Lord of the Flies, by William Golding. All of those are books that I have read multiple times since finishing school, and enjoyed immensely. Seems weird that reading a book while thinking about the essay/speech/assignment I have to do on it could affect my enjoyment so much, especially as some of the assignment topics are things I happily argue about now, and reasons I enjoy the book. The exception to the rule of not enjoying things I read for school was in Yr 8, when I read everything shortlisted for the Australian book of the year awards. I don't think that's the exact name of the awards, but it's close enough. Merryll of the Stones, by Brian Caswell, and Thunderwith, by Libby Hathorn, are two that I remember thinking quite highly of the first time I read them. I didn't have to do an assignment on those ones.
Anyone else have a similar experience, or is it just me?
Anyone else have a similar experience, or is it just me?