This exact thing happened certainly to me! I read A Song of Ice and Fire about a decade back and it ignited a fire of love for reading in me that still was not extinguished. I hated almost all of them. For a long period I thought I liked ASOIAF, until I began to read some different stuff.
Turns out historical fiction was a lot more my acceleration, and from there, I branched off into many other genres. Now I’ve read a huge amount of stuff and within the last year or two I am carving through traditional literature and beginning to find that I love most of it. Which is a strange 180 from senior high school, in which I used to be forced to learn most of these novels and hated them.
For example, I’m rereading THE FANTASTIC Gatsby now for the very first time since 2000 or 2001, and the publication is so drop lifeless gorgeous I can only compare it to being sung to by somebody with a beautiful voice. In high school I groaned and skimmed through the damn thing just to take action; now I’ve taken 14 days to get through 100 pages because I prefer to read it slowly and savor it. Sometimes you just need to be in a right place, and emotionally mentally, to take pleasure from a genre as well.
It can be quite tough finding what you want to read, due to the fact reading requires a lot more …