So after reading this post I remembered how every reminder (vague or specific) of the Arthurian stories makes me less interested in reading them.
Some people there are who, being grown, forget the horrible task of learning to read. It is perhaps the greatest single effort that the human spirit undertakes, and he must do it as a child.
Those were the first words I’ve ever read of John Steinbeck’s.
I opened to the middle and realized at once why people will spend time in the depression with this man, or listen to a story that they know will end badly. As much as I despised the tale, even as I was reading it, I knew I could keep reading– and go back to the beginning, even; simply because it was so well written.
It really makes all the difference. This one is still sitting on my shelf.