Some of my earliest memories of childhood are based around story time and a tendency to become easily absorbed within an exciting tale. I think that my enjoyment of reading and what then developed to be an interest in Literacy, originated from sitting with my Mum at bedtime and listening to a variety of stories, such as "The Tale of Jemima Puddleduck" by Beatrix Potter, "Alfie Gets in First" by Shirley Hughes and "Aesop's Fables" by Aesop. I remember initially following my Mum's finger as she sounded out the words, to then joining in with her as she read. I also had a selection of audio books which I would willingly read along with on my own, to then reading a book alone at bedtime and having a debate with my Mum about turning the light off, as I didn't want to put the book down! This was particularly the case with Roald Dahl's books, such as "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" and "The Giraffe and the Pelly and Me".
As a typical girly girl, towards the end of primary school and throughout my early teens, I particularly enjoyed Sophie Kinsella's "Shopaholic" collection and Louise Rennison's books, such as "Dancing in my Nuddy Pants", as they were light-hearted and fun and depicted the trials tribulations of puberty. I found them so entertaining that I can vividly remember having to put my face in to my pillow repeatedly as I read them at bedtime, so as not to wake anyone up during my outbursts of laughter.
If I am being honest, since the large influx of reading that took place during university, my reading for pleasure has somewhat decreased compared to that of when I was growing up. I always promise myself a good book when I get the time, which of late has been mainly autobiographies which is probably due to my Psychology background and my interest in people. I have recently read Russel Brand's autobiography whilst on holiday and have not long purchased "Moab is my Washpot" by Stephen Fry, which I am looking forward to reading.