Anything Goes discussion

this is where we discuss how we fell in love in reading and love books?

I had actually suffered dyslexia right up till I was around fourteen. I read the first Harry Potter book on summer out of boredom. And that was me hooked. Its strange thinking about it, my grades in school started to improve when I started to read. I really wish I had have been able to do it sooner. But it took a little more time for me.

My mother used to be a librarian and she was always borrowing books on my behalf and letting my grandma read them to me. I wasn't allowed to play video games, never had the TV to myself and wasn't allowed on the internet when I was little so reading (and writing) was how I spent almost all my spare time. I don't remember any specific book that really cemented my love for reading but rather that I just found so many stories I enjoyed and so much fun out of it.

It's in my genes. My whole family reads a lot, and my mother ALWAYS had a book in hand when I was growing up.

I cant remember how i fell in love with books or become to love reading but i know i start liking books in fifth grade. Although i love reading i find it hard to read big words because i have a learning disability.

I came to love reading from a young age, as my parents always encouraged me and my brother to read. Especially when we went on holiday, so we took extra books whenever we did, I also remember going book shopping with my mum.
@mazza's I also struggle to read big words as I suffer from dyslexia which is a common thing within my family.

My mother was an avid reader, and she used to read to me as a child. I grew up always seeing a book in her hand. So, I slowly taught myself to read and just never stopped.

From my mother. She use to read me Fairy Tale stories and Ronald Dahl books. When I was a pre teen I advanced to the Harry Potter series and fell in love with that. I was a loner in secondary school (Still am) I didn't have any friends. I just spend my lunchtime in the library and read a lot there.

From my daddy,
He always sat with a book in his hands. When I was stuck on a word he helped me find it in the dictionary to find out what it meant.
I wanted to be like my dad in many ways, reading became one of them. It paid off too, I was very advanced in my reading.
Which my classmates were stumbling through first level books, I was able to read random paragraphs from novels that a teacher asked me to read. I was taken off the reading books (where you are given a book form class to read and you read it at home and with the teacher) and I was allowed quiet reading myself.

Then when everyone else was moving onto basic novels I was reading everything my dad did. well unless he saw it as too graphic for me but in general most books I was perfectly ok with.

Now at twenty I'm still a huge book lover and always have a book to read!

The earliest memory I remember loving reading was in a 1st grade reading group. I was horrible at math, but good at reading.

Margaret wrote: "It's in my genes. My whole family reads a lot, and my mother ALWAYS had a book in hand when I was growing up."

Same for me as Mom was always reading to us.

Carol wrote: "The earliest memory I remember loving reading was in a 1st grade reading group. I was horrible at math, but good at reading."

You are lucky as in first grade I was convinced that I would never learn to read and cried about it often. I hated Dick and Jane! I was also horrible at math and very unhappy! The only thing I liked was the easel and art!

When I started at the University I was scared to death so my doctor started me on Mother's Little Helper. Just reading about it in The Brain Fog Fix: Reclaim Your Focus, Memory, and Joy in Just 3 Weeks. They handed it out like candy back then and apparently still do per this book.

James wrote: "I had actually suffered dyslexia right up till I was around fourteen. I read the first Harry Potter book on summer out of boredom. And that was me hooked. Its strange thinking about it, my grades i..."

I have developed dyslexia late in life due to toxic chemicals. I never knew this could happen. I used to do my notes and his notes for a guy with dyslexia in Art History class and then his wife would read over the notes that night to refresh his memory.