Ah, well, we all have different taste. I had a burning passion for the countess of Ségur, and God knows when I picked it up again as an adult I wondered how I could ever have been infatuated with such sickening stuff. I wonder why my parents weren't disturbed by it and worried for me: it's XIXth century education at its most manicheistic, sugar-sweet and violent (parents beating the crap out of their children was perfectly OK). So there's no accounting for taste, I guess.