The very first book I can remember picking up and reading was Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. Before that my parents would read fairytales to me, and after it was the Twilight series. It was the fairytales that inspired my love of magic and happily ever afters’, Twilight that inspired my love of YA fiction, and Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone that inspired my overall love of reading.
Ever since I was a child there’s been so much I’ve loved about picking up a new book and diving into a new story. It’s why I’m still reading now twenty years after the first Harry Potter book was released. I have friends, and even family members, who rarely read. They pick up maybe one or two books a year, and I wonder how?!