If we’re not taught to loathe reading from an early age, we soon find many reasons to read, including learning and enjoyment.
The first book I remember not buying was a thin paperback at the grocery store. It promised to explain how weather works, and I wanted to learn. I asked my parents to buy it for me, but they bought me a book about Native Americans instead. I cried. Then I read it and learned some things, but not about the weather.
The first book I remember buying for myself was a Hardy Boys book, The Arctic Patrol Mystery. A classmate loved the series and encouraged me to try it. In Kmart’s book section I chose the one with an airplane on the cover. The blue hardback cost less than two dollars. I eventually read the entire original series, all 58 mysteries.