Ben, what a topic. And it's quite fitting, as I've also been giving some thought to what I read and learned as a little lady.
A quick side-note that Mike and I met in Judy McWhirter's English class. I hated him so much, because he would tease me mercilessly and tell me not to, "get my dander up." Just ridiculous.
Although my memory has been rendered practically null by a friend named pot, I can still catch the little brain glimmer when recalling my favorites. They include:
-As I Lay Dying
-Crime and Punishment
-Cat and Mouse
-A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
-Giants in the Earth
All lovely. The pick of the litter for me was Joyce. It simply seemed like he could take the happy feelings of being a youngster and say them properly.
Not to be a grouch, but I also find it interesting to note those books that I thoroughly detested. Most came from 9th grade Advanced English with Mrs. Grace, who left in the middle of the year after a 'death threat.' She was almost 80 years old and I was left to deal with the infamous Boo Yeah all alone.
-The Bean Trees
-The House of Mirth
-The Heart of the Matter
Graham Greene as a raving God-fearer broke my heart. Dickens and I will never get along, either.
So how about books that high schoolers should read?