Necroposting again. Apologies.
I read "Catcher in the Rye" in the 10th grade. Kept waiting for something to happen. Nothing happened. I slammed it in my oral book report. My teacher made me sit down.
Kept meaning to give it a try again as an adult, thinking I hadn't been "mature" enough to grasp its subtlies, as a callow teenager.
Then a few years ago, the critic Jonathan Yardley wrote an article on it in his "Revisiting" series in the Washington Post. He confirmed that I was not crazy.
Wheel of Time: there were some things I liked, particularly the strong female characters, something unusual in a male writer. The biggest problem, IMO, was that he kept starting new plot lines, to the point where, in the later
books, none of them could advance very far at all, so that the books slowly became inert. He should have kept to his original plan for (IIRC) eight books. But money beckons. . .
I love Dickens.
Hmm. There seems to be a David Eddings theme running through this thread: