I hated Hardy for over thirty years after reading him for both O and A level. (Yeah, I know, O level. I'm old) Decided to give him another go last year and oh my days, I loved him! I read constantly. I've already read four books so far this year, Conclave by Robert Harris, had to read it for book club, thought I'd dislike it, was surprised. Then The Good Man Jesus and the scoundrel Christ by Philip Pullman, which was okay, then, I think the title was A very Hygge Christmas, total chic lit candy flavoured pleasure, and now ... that's only three? oh yes, The Absent One, Scandi noir. I'm now on a "high brow" 4321 by Paul Auster which I am bloody loving.
I love a lot of classics, some of them are definitely my favourites, but I'm not snobby about books . I have equal numbers of romance, crime, thriller and classics on show in my living room, but there are classics and books that should be, but sort of aren't (The America trilogy by John Dos Passos, is bloody amazing).
Yes, some people lie, but the majority of people who name classics as favourites are telling the truth. And it has to be favourites, which change as you read more and a new one joins the list.