Autobiographical Piece 2

The first time I can truly remember a book affecting me and catching my attention was in middle school. I was having trouble finding a book that could keep my attention and when I went to my language arts teacher she had the perfect book in mind. It was not only a book but it was a four book series by Caroline B. Cooney; it was called Both Sides of Time. This book at the time was so amazing and it grabbed my attention and so much so though that I could not put it down until I finished reading it. I can remember it so much so because I was really excited about the book and everytime I look at the books now I still get a little bit of that feeling back. This book mattered to me so much because it let me know what type of books I was into and now that I am older I read the older versions of the same genre.
When I was younger I only remember big books being read if required by the teacher and other books read for fun were more like graphic novels and real kiddie books full of pictures. My parents would tend to read fairytales to us at night to get us to go to sleep and once they were done it was the golden book series of every story. Mainly books were “at your leisure as you like” type of thing. They were there but we mainly chose when and where to read. My parents were very hard on reading the required stuff though because it was obviously more important because the teacher required them. They would even quiz us on the chapters to make sure we were reading and if we did not get every question right then we were to read it again.