the worst book I've ever read... I was asked to start with a book last month about the opinion of the author about religion in general and christianity in particular. The author himself was an atheist and made it very clear, that everything but atheism/agnosticism was way beneath him and how we should all condemn religion, "look how bad it has made the world".
He gave a very one-sided view, critizising everything about religion and painting atheism in the most golden light there is. He also refused to acknowledge his own way of seeing things in Black and White, despite the fact that he used that particular thing as his main reason for why religion was a force of EVIL (it was even written in bold italics...)
It was horrible ôo
I'm actually leaning more towards atheism myself, but that book was like one of those intolerant, bigoted hate-tirades some fundamentalistic religious groups throw out, only for the other side. I consequently refused to finish it or remember its name ^^*
As for the discussion about books read in school: the problem with that is, that most schools I know issue books "relating" to as many people as they can. So they almost always use "realistic" books about puberty and first love and whatnot. That's definitely not for everyone ôo in normal classes, I actually never had to read classic literature and most of the time they gave us the same stories about teenage life over and over again, as if they'd been put in a blender and then straightened out. The same thing as before, just in another order.
There were only two times I was actually given a book I had to really think about (and that I therefore liked very much):
1) in 5th class, where we read the Little Hobbit for German lessons... of course, maybe 7 people in the entire class liked the book, the rest couldn't relate to it. Shows how difficult it is to choose a book for a lot of people to read. Especially if it requires to imagine a fantasyworld, there are always some people who simply don't want that and give up (and sadly, it's the majority in my experience). It only worked out well, because our teacher was the most awesome guy I knew
2) in 11th class, where we read Orwells "Animal Farm" in english. That book left a kind of bitter aftertaste in my mind, but it actually required for us to think about something other than the petty problems of "how can I get that boy/girl to like me/give me my first kiss/go to the dance with me" that all the other books forced down my throat.
I'd have actually loved to be "forced" to read something classic and more influential than that, but sadly, it was not meant to be (oh woe me!). So, I'll just have to read it in my free time