I've recorded books read since the middle of college. Occasionally I remember one from before that time. This one, read during the first year of high school, was discovered in a book box near our apartment.
One is fourteen or fifteen upon entering secondary school. If anything, I was comparatively less mature than my peers at that time. In any case, I developed a special affinity for the freshman English teacher, Ms. Yates.
Unlike future favorites, Yates was no young radical fresh out of graduate studies. She was, if anything, old school and relatively old herself compared to other faculty members (she may even have dyed her hair). She was also tough, academically speaking, her quizzes asking very detailed questions about the books we had assigned. She was also a tall, large woman in my eyes, me being a short, small boy at the time.
So it appears, in hindsight, that there was some Mother/Son thing going on in my head, a dependency on my part which she gracefully acquiesced to, a relationship of such value to me that I made a practice of visiting her classroom after school to help her 'clean up'.
The two units of study I most recall from Yates' class were the ones on Hemingway and on Greco-Roman mythology. (Otherwise we read from a textbook of selections.) For the latter we employed the Herzberg book and that famous one by Edith Hamilton, Herzberg being notable for its many photographic illustrations. Naturally, I poured over both very carefully, wanting to please Yates with my quiz scores.
This book was so great when I was in high school and discovering the Greek myths. Then I realized that there are about 9 bullion other books out there about the myths that are about 9 bullion times better. So I keep this book for pure sentimental reasons, and especially cause my humanities teacher let me keep it - like my art history teacher let me keep my fourth edition Janson's.