Yesterday I had my head stuck in a book that I fell in love with when I was very young. I've been reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. I seem to have had a strange fascination with the story ever since I first saw the Disney version, then several television versions, and then when I was about 13 I read the book.
Looking back, I can't remember a time when I wasn't going to the library, reading aloud or even making up stories to entertain myself, but I can't quite remember if it was something I was encouraged to do or if it was purely a natural instinct. Hmm. If i think hard about it then i would say that my mum encouraged me when I was very young and then when was older I took it upon myself to read books, ones that were probably far too advanced for my age.
When I was about 10, I remember my brother studying Animal Farm. The cover was cartoony and I picked it up thinking it would be a nice story about animals that lived on a farm. Instantly hooked, I didn't really understand the book until 5 years later when I began to read it again for my own studies. Then at 11, I read 20 000 Leagues Under the Sea, Jane Eyre at about 13, and I went on and on for years reading books that shocked others to see me reading, but I enjoyed them. At some point I stopped and I have no idea why. I remember loving GCSE English and studying several plays. After that I stopped reading. Even during my degree, Creative Writing with English Literature, I resented having to read books. I didn't enjoy them at all any more. Since then I find it difficult to pick up any book and read it, but i picked up Alice yesterday and I love it all over again.
PS. can't wait for the Tim Burton film to come out... March 5th 2010! I'll be counting down the days! :D