Hate is too strong a word, but other than my James Joyce dalliance, Silas Marner. My English teacher made me read it when I started secondary school at the age of eleven, because he felt that I didn’t read enough classics. It put me off classics for life. I’m sure that he was trying to broaden my scope of material and thought he was doing me a favour, but it actually just meant the first time I’ve ever not enjoyed reading in English lessons. I’d read things like Dracula and The Phantom of The Opera, but they are much more accessible and engaging because of their cultural status.
I think if you force someone to read “the classics” before they’re ready then you risk putting them off for life. My view when I was teaching was, in terms of literacy, it’s better for a child to read something they enjoy, be it a newspaper, Kerrang or NME magazine even, God forbid, Cosmpolitan, than read nothing at all.