My love of reading started young. Back then I viewed reading as something to devour. Mostly because the books I loved were devourable.
I can remember nights at summer camp at eleven, unable to sleep because of a thunderstorm. All my fellow campers were piled onto the counselor's bed, but me, all I needed was Nancy.
Her and I spent the night through thunder and lightning and rain that hit the tin roof like ice pellets solving mysteries.
With V.C. it was more illicit. I read fast because damn the stories were salacious, but also I didn't want my parents to figure out what I was reading--books about young girls being abused, being killed by their parents, being loved by their brothers.
I still read mysteries sometimes when I need a break from the heavy angst of YA or NA. Still pick up a V.C. Andrews book when I need to remember what it's like to be completely taken in by a books evil ways.
While I didn't know it at the time books like these taught me the hardest lesson to learn as an author- make your story so compelling that readers give up everything else to read it. Carolyn Keene and V.C. Andrews had it a little easier than we do, they only had to compete with TV, Movies and Music.
But, I'd like to think I would have still stayed up all night even with a cellphone at my disposal. I like to think that readers still devour books. Even if they are reading on their cellphone ;).