I have, after quite a few years, finally picked up one of the books that I have long been said to not enjoy. I first read Jane Eyre years ago and singularly disliked it. And as I think back, I don't know why I didn't like it. Maybe I was too young to understand and appreciate the style of writing or the type of story that it was.
I'm only to chapter 9 right now, but I have to admit that after 9 or 10 years my tastes have changed on this particular subject. (not that they haven't changed or matured on many subjects) =) I am liking Jane Eyre after all.