Using a suggestion from Erin today:
When growing up did your family share your love of books? If so, did one person get you into reading? And, do you have any family-oriented memories with books and reading? (Family trips to bookstore, reading the same book as a sibling or parent, etc.)
Don’t forget to leave a link to your actual response (so people don’t have to go searching for it) in the comments—or if you prefer, leave your answers in the comments themselves!
I can't remember a time when my Mom was without a book in her hand. I remember her reading during the day while her Soaps were on. When I first starting reading, I wanted to read as fast as she could and it seemed like she flew through them. As I got older, I borrowed books from her. Lots of romance novels. I found an old copy of Wuthering Heights on her bookshelf as well. The first time I read it, I didn't appreciate it at all (now it's a favorite). My Dad isn't much of a reader though and neither are my brothers.
We went to the library quite often, probably so my Mom could get new books. My brothers and I also belonged to a kids' book-of-the-month club. I looked forward to get that package in the mail. I still love getting books in the mail.