Miracle on 34th Street.
Other high school students, of course. 
I’m also 23, and I’ve read Antigone. Saw a boring production of it in high school, too.
Catch-22 was part of my junior year reading. The teacher hated it, but I didn’t. I read Illuminatus! and the Principia a little earlier, and I read Stranger in a Strange Land at age 10 or so.
Oh, I have one. Apologia Pro Vita Sua, by John Cardinal Newman. Anyone?
I read it, then read it again for a class. I actually chose it to reread. That’s crazy talk.
I never read that. But you reminded me that I did read Eminent Victorians by Lytton Strachey, wherein he blasted Newman.
A friend sent me The Big U, but I have yet to read it.
I’ve read and re-read Jaynes’ book many times. I’m impressed by some parts and annoyed by others. He wealks a fine line between brilliance and pseudoscience, not altogether successfully - he keeps falling into one or the other. As the years go by I find that I support less and less of his hypotheses, as I learn new things and as progress in understanding the ancient world increases.
I love that book. I thought I was the only one!
Wow, two others who read Jaynes? I have to confess I probably didn’t read every page. I mean, the entertainment value of watching someone seriously support a completely ludicrous thesis only goes so far.
In fact, I might recommend twickster (and maybe Cal) to read the Big U., just because at the moment when I realized Stephenson was referencing Bicameralism, I went “Hey! I finally got something out of slogging through Jaynes.”
To all the Greek and Roman classics that folks have listed, let me add Lucretius’ On the Nature of Things (De Rerum Natura) - a kind of ancient Latin physics book, written in verse.
Some of the ideas are surprisingly good. E.g. lightning is recognized as the same thing as the static electicity you get by rubbing a cat. He speculates that it is caused by friction when storm clouds rub together.
Others are charimingly loony: Everything is made of atoms (idea taken from the Greeks). Objects are continuously shedding atom-thick shells. We “see” an object when these shells strike our eyes. Sometimes shells collide and get intermingled. Hence, visions of centaurs, harpies, and other mythological hybrids.
I’ve read two translations of Lucretius – a verse translation by Rolfe Humphreys and the prose translation from Penguin. It is a great read. Fifteen hundred years before Galileo Lucretius says that, in the absence of atmosphere, different weight would fall at the same rate.
Lucretius really is amazing. He gives the lie to the very meme he spawns: he must somehow overcome the “poverty” of his mother tongue in order to address philosophical topics.
When I was a kid, my mom bought a children’s encyclopedia set, the Illustrated World Encyclopedia, 1970 edition. I still own it. Bizarrly, half of each book is devoted to encyclopedia articles and the second half to the “Library of the Literary Treasures: the novels, plays, poems, and other works of the most celebrated and historic writers of the English language in all lands and times”.
There is a synopsis of the plot and main characters of each featured work of fiction. A few are Greek and Roman classics, some are popular or well known works; and many are (to me anyway) utterly obscure 18th, 19th, and early 20th century works. I can only suppose that the list of works covered is what someone who was in their sixties in 1970 would have been taught were “celebrated and historic writers” circa 1925. I happened to grab the V-Z volume, so let me give some examples:
Volpone, by Ben Jonson
The Wandering Jew by Eugene Sue
Wild Animals I have Known, stories by Ernest Thompson
Winesburg, Ohio, short stories by Sherwood Anderson
The World of the Thibaults, by Roger Martin de Gard
Zuleika Dobson, by Max Beerbohm
If I were condemned in Hell to be in junior high again for all eternity, my time spent in English Literature class would no doubt be devoted to having to read and write book reports on these bone-dry character studies of people in the 19th century.
Dude, while I didn’t particularly care for Winesburg, Ohio, I cannot fathom how anyone might call it “dry”.
The Phantom Tollbooth is a classic, comparable to Alice in Wonderland.
But I’m the only person who’s read it.
Dry it ain’t, and it’s one of my favorite books, albeit one I came to know only recently.
Nope! 
Read it in 5-6th grade or thereabouts. My feeling was that it’s actually pretty well-known.
How about: The Ox-bow Incident, by Walter Van Tilburg Clark?
I must have been out that day because I have never read it until now.
Lord, I read Zodiac! That was the same Neal Stephenson? I bought it off a remainder table while traveling in Britain and liked it a lot.
On a similar note, who else has read The Monkey Wrench Gang?
I read *The Phantom Tollbooth * as a kid, and liked it enough to track down another copy as an adult.
The re-mention of *The Twelve Caesars * reminds me: I read that because I’d already read and enjoyed *I, Claudius * and Claudius the God. I’m sure someone else has too, but has anyone else read Robert Graves’ collected poetry?