the very best way to get me to seek out literature in my youth was to force an entire semester of gnawing and re-gnawing upon the dessicated bones of Wuthering Heights in my very first high school level English class. timely -- check. relevant -- check. Never have I seen so many kids wilt. Logically, we followed The Old British Ladies' Bodice Ripper Prototype up with The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, another lighthearted page-turner that is again, timely to the 1990s and relevant to the interests and education level of 14 year old boys. Reading should be drudgery, children. Irrelevant, tiresome, threadbare drudgery. Exhausting and exacting, so you can overwhelm fellow cocktail-party goers with the latest interpretation of Heart of Darkness, lulling them to slumber, and thus grab the last bacon-wrapped dates for yourself.