This is so true, isn't it? My mother was always a book hound, as was my father, so I'd have to say my parents first introduced me to the love of books. Thank goodness.
Madeline, followed by the Babar series. These are the ones I first heard and then read myself.
My mother taught me to read before I went to the first grade, as I didn't want to go to Kindergarten. As a result I was ahead of all the other kids.I wanted to read the books myself and the first two children's books I remember reading are Black Beauty and Heidi.After that, I wanted a horse and to live in the mountains. . .
My mom was the biggest influence for me as well. She always had a book with her, and after she taught me to read she enrolled me in a book club. I think I got about three or four books a month through the mail. I started with the "Sweet Pickels" books and worked my way up to Nancy Drew while I was still in elementary.
I always loved books. Some of the earliest loves I remember are Enid Blyton and Sweet Valley books.
My parents inspired me to read. They always read and discussed all kinds of books.
Both my parents were readers and it trickled to me. My first favorite books were "The 3 Billy Goats Gruff," and "Little Red Riding Hood." As I got older, they were the Laura Ingalls Wilder "Little House books."
Wow, I'm not sure I remember that far back. ;) My dad claims I loved the Little Golden Book "Home for a Bunny" as a kid, which is fun because I just got to read it again - to my nephews - a few days ago.
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