What I find weird is that there were authors I really hated at school that I quite like now - Thomas Hardy and Charles Dickens spring to mind. I think it's to do with the way they were taught, i.e. that they were held up as these perfect authors and the work was perfect and shut up if you think you know any better. In my last year, we had a guy who was a bit more irreverent, and encouraged you to actually think for yourself about the books. The authors we went over with him, Chaucer and Shakespeare in particular, really stuck with me.
I'd say the really formative experience for me in literary terms was studying English at uni, where you really do have to think for yourself. I enjoyed most of the books we looked at there, particularly when we got on to twentieth century authors and science fiction. I even got into things like Restoration literature, which I wouldn't have looked at twice five years previously.
Not Pamela, though. Samuel Richardson should be ashamed of himself for writing such a boring, sentimental pile of pious shit. Fuck Pamela.