I believe the person who helped me fall in love with reading was my Uncle Joe. He would read to me when I was very young. There were nursery rhymes, fairy tales and the Little Golden Books. I wanted to learn to read those books myself. Then he bought me what I thought of as a "real" book. Heidi. It was thick, and it had chapters and most importantly, it had a very colourful, shiny cover. I loved, and still love that book. I read and reread it over and over. My uncle saw early my love of reading and encourage me to join the library and he continued to buy me "real" books.
45th New Brunswick