I vividly remember when I became a proper reader, it happened when I was 15 years old. Up until then I didn't do much reading, some for my school work and the odd comic.
As I said, I was 15 years old. My dad just died and I had just about managed to complete my GCSE's in school, wasn't easy as my heart wasn't really in it at the time for obvious reasons. To take our minds off my dad, one of my aunts took my mum, sister and myself away on holiday (only Tenby in south-west Wales, but it was nice and quiet, surrounded by lovely countryside).
I was bored, so I wandered into town and ended up at a book shop, there wasn't much else for me to do, so I decided to by a book. I ended up buying "Domes of Fire" by David Eddings.
Since then I was hooked.