I was never an avid reader when I was younger. My mother was though she chewed through books like crazy. She was even in a bookclub (doubleday book club I think). This was back in the 70's. This was a time when having extra expenses was a no-no and my dad being a mill worker and a frugal man. So for my mother to buck the hard economic times and my father (for books) were both big deals (even as a youngster I can remember it vividly how she told him books were non-negotiable).
So here I was not interested in reading and then my mother passed away when I was 11. I don't tell this story to be a sad story. Its just part of the story.
Anyway here were all these books in the living room. And I found myself reading "Creeks Mary Blood". A fictional story about Wounded Knee. I remember my mother saying this was her favorite book so for some reason I read it. And I found it fascinating. Really I haven't stopped reading since. That was 28 years ago. Pretty much a book every day or two.
Thats my story and I am sticking to it.