Elementary school was better than middle and high school and college. Elementary school we got to read books that had a serious tone but still ended well, like Stuart Little, Charlotte's Web, and others. The one I remember most was the True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle. By fifth grade, we were split into four different reading classes. I was in the second highest group. Originally, we were reading what the lower level classes were reading, Caddie Woodlawn (a book I read anyway), but then the teacher decided that the book was too easy for our group, and she switched us over to what the highest level class was reading, Charlotte Doyle. I loved that book and read it several times after the class was finished.
Eventually it got to the point, though, even back then, that I figured if the book had a medal on it, I probably did not want to read it. There were exceptions (Because of Winn Dixie, Ella Enchanted, which I've probably read around five times or so, and a few others). In fourth grade, my teacher tried to get me to read Bridge to Terrebithia because she thought I wasn't reading enough. In actuality, I was reading a lot, but I just wasn't reading anything from her dumb book box. I had been reading Anne of Green Gables at home, and I was going to the library and getting Nancy Drew and nonfiction books about cats (no, some things never change) and stuff I actually WANTED to read. I got about halfway through it before I couldn't stand it anymore and put it back in her book box, never telling her that I never actually read it.