Most of us have been reading books for a long, long time. I remember going to the library as a little kid with my mom and my brother, and sitting in on those "story times" they'd host for children. Afterwards we would take out a book or two, of course! I would always go for the short Nancy Drew mysteries, and my brother enjoyed fantasy books. (See? Even then I was in love with mysteries. I'm proud of myself!)
Once I grew up a bit, my cousin got me into "The Amazing Days of Abby Hayes" book series. I devoured those books! Whenever a new one came out, she would usually buy it and then let me borrow it afterwards. Our little craze lasted for a couple of years before we outgrew the series.
Fast-forward to the time when "A Series of Unfortunate Events" was the new book trend. I, like many others, loved them! I don't think I ever finished the whole series, because once the last couple of books came out I wasn't interested anymore. That brings me to the part where I explain the purpose of this post: over time, our (or at least my) taste in books changes. Just like everything else in life, really.
Looking back, I can't believe I read some of the books I did. Mr. Popper's Penguins? Really? But I have so many great memories from back when I first started, and I appreciate all the books that got me into reading. Just out of curiosity, I'd like to pick up some of my old books and write some reviews on them. Maybe I'll be doing that sometime in the future, who knows?
Has your reading "style" changed over time? Are there any personal classics from your past that you've always loved?