My mom made it a point to read to me as a toddler.  She read to me so much, that I could “read” back to her at an early age.  Go, Dogs, Go! by Dr. Seuss was one of my favorites. I loved dogs from an extremely early age — my blankie was my doggie.  I remember those book sales at elementary school.  I brought home a book about Curious George (remember my fascination with monkeys).  Most kids are expected to read in the children’s section from the library until after sixth grade.  I’d read everything there by the time I finished fourth grade, so I had approval to check books out from upstairs — the adult section.

My father is a voracious reader, and I must have gotten my love of reading from both my mom’s efforts with me as a toddler and my dad’s example.  I’m still stunned at family members who “hate” to read, but then I remember my sister and I were the only real avid readers among us kids.  So, I shouldn’t be so surprised that some of my nieces and nephews aren’t as enthusiastic about reading as I am.

I try to read a variety of genres and mix fiction with non-fiction.  I certainly have enough interests in life, so I can read a whole lot before I exhaust interesting supplies of reading material.  What about you?  Love or hate to read?  Read a single area or widely?