Cry the Beloved Country: We had to read this over the summer for tenth grade English. Yes, over the summer. It was an honors class thing. I stopped caring after about five pages, and at the end it rained. I don't even remember what the book was about, except that it rained at the end.
A Farewell to Arms: This was another over-the-summer read, this time before freshman year of high school. They're at war, and some guy gives the main character an orange, and Catherine is so wimpy that I wanted to strangle her through the entire book. The main character (whose name I don't even remember now) was an asshat, and he wasn't even a good one at that.
Lettres de Mistriss Henley publiées par son amie: I read this in one of my French classes last year. It's a fairly short read, and it has a good message behind it, but the plot is so dull. This was another one I stopped paying attention to after awhile. [Edit upon posting: Now that I think of it, said French class was my only French class last year, which is why I'm taking four French classes this year to finish the major.]
Lord of the Flies: How could I forget this one? I had to read this one during tenth grade English, and it drove me nuts. Who cares if these kids are on an island and doing the whole survival of the fittest thing? No, just no.
And finally, The Origins of the Second World War. I had to read this for a history class senior year of high school and write a paper on it. This should have been at least an intriguing read, but it wasn't. Maybe it was because I was reading the thing at 4am a week before the paper was due, but the book was horrid and not worth the read.