Catcher in the Rye is one of my favorite books ever... ;__;
When I started reading it, I couldn't stop. I finished it way ahead of the class. I identified hardcore with that jerk, and his distaste for everyone phoneyness. I remember sitting silently next to the regular kids talking about how much it sucked and was dumb, etc, and just wanting to jump in and say "YOU WOULD SAY THAT YOU GODDAMN FAKERS!" but being the shy fat kid I was, just fumed to myself.
The way it's analysis was handled in class was pretty lame though. I felt they dodged the fact that the whole moral is society sucks, humans are pretty much all lairs, and that no one ever figures out how to get through life so stop trying. Of course, thats probably too simple and pessimistic for a classroom, so they inflate it with stupid extra meanings about transition to adulthood, instead of realization of the Human Condition.
Anyway, the only book I've ever hated was this stupid one about black people in the south just after the civil war and abolition. That subject is surely important and everything, but I DESPISED the dialogue in the book. It was written in the style of speech of former slaves at the time, but they way it was transcribed was nigh unreadable. And we had to read it in class. So we had naive, blonde white girls struggling with sentences like "ain't nuttin w'z geten h're" and such. Although I did find the social stigmas and classroom rulings to avoid saying the N-word and instead substitute ACTUALLY SAYING "N-Word" to be a hilarious study of people's uncomfortableness with racial issues.
BTW, the plot of that book involved a former slave woman pretty much sleeping around with like 3 black guys and getting raped by a white guy, then one of her first partners decides he owns her or something and goes crazy to try to beat her up, then eventually gets bit by a rabid dog and has to be shot and killed like a zombie by her most recent BF named "Sweet T", after which they walk off into the sunset and the book is over.
Dumb.