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Before I started school, I so desperately wanted to read that I'd hold books and move my eyes from side to side, much to the mirth of my sisters.
Later, when I was about seven, one of my sisters went to teacher training college with the intention of teaching English (which she did for 25 years). She came home at the weekends and during holidays and would tell me the Narnia stories from memory. She bought me Enid Blyton books - the Mystery series - which I loved and devoured. That began my love of reading. I still sometimes dip into Blyton, to remind me of that first love.
I go through reading phases where I read almost all the time, and slumps when I hardly touch a book or my kindle, but books are always part of my life.
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