Books have been part of my life since I was a tiny child. When I was about five, my mother started reading me "The Chronicles of Narnia", by C. S. Lewis, one chapter a night. But that wasn't good enough for me; I wanted to find out what happened. So I picked up the book (I already knew my phonics, but I wasn't exactly an exceptional reader yet) and started reading; the words I didn't know (and there were many) I figured out from context. Once I was done, I went back to the beginning and read it through again, and did that over until I understood the whole book. Then I did the same thing with the second one, and so on. By the time I reached the end of the seven-volume series, I could read well, and as I like to say, I've never stopped since!