My father *loves* French literature. He loved that I loved reading, but he was uncomfortable with the fact that I mostly wasn't interested in "the classics" but rather read a ton of scifi and fantasy. So he kind of shoved the classics down my throat the way other kids have to be told to eat vegetables (not me, I love vegetables).

Other things he made me read before turning thirteen:
The Three Musketeers (at eight or so, and the scene where D'Artagnan sexed the maid up left my young and religiously raised mind deeply uncomfrotable)
The Idiot
The Brothers Karamazov
A Tale of Two Cities

But seriously, my upbringing was not the point of my post >.>