One thing many books I read in high school had in common was that they were all depressing. (Okay, so maybe not all of them are, but I’d say a good chunk of them are downers). Why do highschoolers need to be subjected to such a low and depressed state? Why not broaden our horizons and expose us to books that are uplifting or interesting? I would have loved to read Jane Austen or something more modern like Brandon Sanderson. Instead, I had to read tales of woe in Romeo and Juliet and murder in Of Mice and Men.
Although there are many I could touch up on, here are just a few of the books I didn’t care for in high school.