Slow Comprehension

I'm starting to find that I don't enjoy books until a while after I've finished them. This applies especially to school novels. This year we've read works by Miller, Hawthorne, Emerson, Thoreau, Whitman, and Dickinson. And out of all of those, Arthur Miller is the only author I've actually enjoyed. Last year, we read Cisneros, Wiesel, Shakespeare, Card, and Lowry, and I only liked the Shakespeare plays. The year before that, we read Shakespeare, London, and Zusack. Those I enjoyed. The year before, we read Tolkein, and I can honestly say it was the best book I've read in school. I despised the Scarlet Letter until I finished it. I hated Much Ado About Nothing until a year after I read it. I on't know why. Maybe I'm just remarkably slow. Anyway, now we're reading Twain. And I'm prepared to hate it for the next year.