My friend and roommate at BYU was an English major, and he had to read a Jane Austin book. I don’t remember which one. But he sat in bed and slogged through it. Every 2 or 3 pages, he lowered the book to his lap and let out a very noticeable “ughhhh”. He and I have VERY similar tastes in movies and literature, so I grew to fear Jane right there.
Then, later on, I came across Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, and I just had to give that a try. The zombie parts were awesome, but the non-zombie parts (the original Jane Austin stuff) very nearly made me stop, multiple times.