It’s been a while, but the ones I remember are:

9th grade: 1984, Animal Farm (there were definitely more this year, but I think I spaced out on most of the class)

10th grade: Dracula, Frankenstein, Beowulf, Canterbury Tales, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility

11th grade: literally all I remember from this year is The Great Gatsby

12th grade: A Separate Peace, Things Fall Apart, Dante’s Inferno, Catcher in the Rye, Macbeth, Othello, Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

To be honest, I despised almost every book I read in high school, so a few years later, I decided to give some of them another shot. Turns out, as an adult, a lot of these books have more meaning. I ended up loving A Separate Peace, I enjoyed Dracula, big fan of Gatsby. Still can’t rock with Shakespeare. I appreciate the art form and the stories, but if I’m being honest, it takes more focus to understand them than I want to put in for leisure reading.

In terms of impact, I reference A Separate Peace every once in a while and no one knows what the hell I’m talking about. That’s about it.