Did learning literature at school kill the joy of reading, particularly when you had to deal with set texts for public exams? Jean Hannah Eidelstein raises the question on the Guardian blog.
I think I must have been exceptionally lucky (judging by the reader comments on the page). My teachers radiated an enthusiasm that was contagious, and some of the texts we had to study for exams have remained my favourites including Hardy's Tess of the D'Ubervilles, E.M. Forster's A Passage to India and King Lear.
The teacher I think makes all the difference, and I must confess that when I've taught lit, I have tried my best to make the subject enjoyable. But that can be tricky with an exam breathing down your neck.
Hmmm ... former students of mine ... did I squash your pleasure of the texts?