My mother read to us and I could read before I went to school. I used to love curling up on the sofa with my sisters and brother, listening to my mum reading the Magic Faraway Tree (I can see my copy of it from where I'm sitting).
I read to all my children and encouraged reading for the sheer pleasure of it. The house is full of books and we all swap favourite books regularly.
I love reading to my grandchildren - I always seem to end up reading 'just three more stories, nana' when I put my little grandsons to bed. One of them now sits on the end of his bed with an open book facing away from him, showing the pages to me and his brother, whilst he tells the (made up) story to us.
Can't wait to share all the books my tiny grandaughters already have waiting, including Little Miss Twins! 