I've been reading aloud to the kids from Charles Dickens' Great Expectations for several days. They hate it. I admit it's a strange story, but it's well-written, and I rather enjoyed it. We're going to switch to something a little less...dickensian...but at least I exposed them to it. Sarah's commentary on the great classic: "I wouldn't wish that thing on my worst enemy." Noah's response: "That thing IS my worst enemy."