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One of my older sisters, who was training to be a teacher, encouraged me to read books, though I was already very interested in reading even before I could read. I would hold a book and swivel my eyes from side to side as I saw adults doing. However, my sister bought me a series of Enid Blyton books: The Finderouters and Dog Mysteries. I devoured them.
My parents weren't too bothered either way.
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