I also could read before I went to school, but I was lucky I was an only child, my brother turned up when I was 5 1/2, I had a stay at home mother and no tv, although we listened to plays on the radio every afternoon when I was say three and onwards. Books were, and remain, a central part of my life, but none of my children could really ‘read’ before they started school, far more interested in climbing trees and getting into mischief, although we all enjoyed working out a story each night before bed together. I think today it is very difficult to encourage ‘old fashioned’ books against all the alternatives, although one of my youngest grandsons naturally grabs a book in preference to toys and he is not yet one.