What is your least favourite book of fiction that you've read from cover to cover and would rather go into a pit of vipers rather than ever open it up again?Mine? Ernest Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea. 'He looked at the fish, he looked at the sea.' That's all I remember about reading it in high school except that I found it terribly un-fun to read. I do love a lot of the classics (gravitating to things like the exciting Three Musketeers, the riveting To Kill a Mockingbird, or even the interesting Great Expectations, for example.) But Hemingway's was sheer torture for me, and I have never given any of his other books even half a chance, perhaps unfairly. I mean, really, the Book of Numbers from the Bible was more riveting, and it's primarily a dry census.
So, what's yours?