In my post above, when I mentioned being read to in sixth grade, that was the 1966-1967 school year. I’m 61 years old now.
You caught me, I diverged slightly from the OP. Call the thread police!
TBH I remember some of the books we read in class and a lot of the books I read by myself in class, but I don’t remember any books that teachers read to me.
I got introduced to the “Little House” Ingalls Wilder books via the teacher reading to us, back in the mid 60’s.
Bridge to Terabithia in 5th grade. I missed the last day, leading to an infamous scene from my childhood where I asked my friend Matt what happened in the book and he said, very nonchalantly
[spoiler]“Oh, she died.”
I was devastated! Damn you, Matt![/spoiler]
I think maybe Call of the Wild in 4th grade.
These would have been late 70s.
OP here. I’m in my fifties.
A Murder For Her Majesty, I remember getting the book from the library because I was so impatient to find out what happened.
We had an earnest, sweet nun, Sister Betsy, who turned out the lights and read to us from The Little Prince. We were in high school. I’ve remembered it only for how silly it was.
And yeah, I can’t stand being read to by my father because it was foisted on us as kids and he puts on this “I’m reading aloud” voice. To this day I can’t stand him putting on that voice. He knows it and if he absolutely has to read me something, he uses a normal voice, thank goodness.
I remember being read the “My Father’s Dragon” series in elementary school. I remember nothing about the books except the covers. I’m sure there were other books, but I remember more of what I read than what was read to me back then.
In middle school sewing class, my teacher read “Thinner” by Stephen King to us while we sewed.
I sometimes wonder if this was the point of being read to, going and getting our own books. I know I read the LOTR after having The Hobbit read to me.
And later, in high school Spanish class, we read, during class a book titled El Sombrero de Tres Picos It was a cheaply produced edition made to be affordable to classes. In the front of the book there was a statement that three short portions had be excised from the book, to make it more “suitable” for those of teenage years. So, the first thing a few of us did was go to the library and find the unbowdlerized version. I was disappointed in that those scenes were not really racy at all.
I’m 61. I was in elementary school (K–6) from 1960 to 1967. Sixth grade was the last time a teacher read to us.
“Cheaper by the Dozen”
Thanks reading teacher for making us all cry.
I’m a month shy of 60 and last remember being read to in school in the 3rd grade. We had a wonderful principal who was an amateur thespian - and a rather good one, did a lot of local theatre - that could really bring a story alive. He would drop by and do the occasional short story. He was excellent with the Andrew Lang fairytales. His piece de resistance was Rumplestiltskin.
In third and fourth grades, it was the Roald Dahl books (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, and James and the Giant Peach), as well as Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls (and maybe *Summer of the Monkeys *by Rawls, but I think I may have read that on my own time).
In fifth and sixth grades, it was Ralph Moody’s autobiographical Little Britches series of books about growing up around Littleton, Colorado, in the early 1900s.
I loved listening to our teachers read to us.
In fifth grade in the early 1970’s I remember our teacher reading Lila Perl’s Me and Fat Glenda out loud. Absolutely the only thing I recall about the experience is the teacher (who was from Maine with a strong Downeaster accent) pronouncing the girl’s name as “Glender”. That was mindblowing to my Middle Atlantic childhood self.
Andy Buckram’s Tin Men, by Carol Ryrie Brink
Charlotte’s Web, in third grade.
For those who grew up in the fifties and sixties…did you know
Beverly Cleary is still alive? She turns 100 this month.
I turn sixty next month (for reference), and I went to the same Catholic school from 4th through 8th grades. Pretty sure we never got read to in 7th and 8th grades, but some time during the other three years, we got Cheaper by the Dozen, A Wrinkle in Time, and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, all read by various nuns.
I had already read each of them on my own, but I really enjoyed the classroom time devoted to it.
The only thing I remember the teacher reading was The Tell-Tale Heart in 6th grade. I had already read it but it was still a great story for reading out loud.
I’m always disappointed when no one knows of the fantastic Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles.
Winnie-the-Pooh. I loved it. As an adult, I read it again and love even more 
A lot of quotations to remember!