Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Ugh. I don't know what it is with me but if a book is considered "literature" (said between clenched teeth and nose in the air) my brain just refuses to enjoy it. Now, I like the "idea" of the Lord of Flies - a group of school boys are marooned on an island and we watch how they fair. That's a solid plot for a story but, Mr. Golding didn't make the story that entertaining or appealing to me. Perhaps I wanted more dialog, but the dialog I got was broken and at times I had no idea what those boys were talking about (I thought the boys were "well-to-do" why didn't they speak in sentences?) - but perhaps that's why it's literature, way above my pay grade, I just don't get it. Or maybe literature, like "high art" is just about concepts and I get the general idea but the path to it is strange and dare I say a bit boring to me.
But high art and perhaps literature is an acquired taste, and over time I shall develop an admiration for it...