I’ve always been an eclectic reader, I think owing to my parents (both avid readers) wide ranging selection of literature around the house.
When I was 10 torso, I couldn’t get to sleep one night and my dad gave me a James Herriot,
and I fell asleep right away haha. Actually I still couldn’t sleep but because the writing was so compelling. I think my dad thought that such a light ‘frivolous’ read might be just the thing to get me to sleep (he was a reader of the Russian masters, had he handed me Bobok or Notes From Underground, who knows the trajectory of my life).