so i can’t tell you exactly what kicked that off for me. i will say, what exacerbated it was seeing a girl in my second grade gifted and talented class reading harry potter and the goblet of fire and i was jealous bc the book was thick as hell and we were only 7!! so i started the series out of spite so i could get to the fifth book before she did.
becuase i read so many books as a child, i would say they’re All formative to me in some way. but when i saw this ask, the first book i thought of was “the miraculous journey of edward tulane”… this may sound sad but it was the first book i remember ever making me cry. i didn’t know you could be connected to a book like that until then, so i think of it warmly and fondly. it’s like wow there really are new worlds and beating hearts between pages…
(i also remember reading another book that made me cry when i was slightly older. it was about a girl without a shadow who had some sort of cat familiar that followed her around. i remember fighting tears so hard but also can’t remember the title for the life of me.)
(a series of unfortunate events had me hooked too. i think i was into some pretty somber stuff loool).