We all had to read things in school that we didn’t like … but what about something you read for a class that you ended up liking (or loving)? An author you discovered that you might not have found? A genre you hadn’t thought about?
Here's the answer:
It opened a different world of intellectual books (and the Russian greats in particular). It taught me how to appreciate the psychological aspects of a story. It rewarded me for my perseverance and showed me how complex and complete a novel can be. I don't write anything like it, but Dostoyevsky is still one of the authors I turn to when I want to be inspired. It is the writing I aspire to, even if I am doomed to fall short.
Anyone out there have a similar experience in school?