Growing up, my mother was an English teacher, so in our house, reading of any form was good, it didn't matter what you read, as long as you did read. My younger brother learned to read by reading the sports pages.
I must have been in 7th or 8th grade, and I had turned in a book report on the book Are You There God, It's Me, Margaret by Judy Blume. I got an F on the report, got detention and got my parents called in for reading such an inappropriate book. I got my 12 year old niece a copy of the book for Christmas, the look of horror on my sister's face was soooo perfect...
