reading's the thing

i'm concurrently reading five books. in no particular order: hopkins' poetry and prose, "the yellow-lighted bookshop" by lewis buzbee, "dirt" by william bryant logan, marsha mehran's "pomegranate soup" and "aesthetics" by cahn & meskin. i don't always do this. perhaps summer's end has me in a bit of a bibliophilic panic.
nonetheless, it causes me to wonder, what is it that makes a reader? is it nature/nurture? being read to at a young age? and, my latest question, does it matter the content, i.e should we encourage reading at any sake (as buzbee seems to suggest) because it is the skill and love itself that then leads to reading *'great content' later in life? *debatable, i know, but by this i mean here prescribed classics. (after all, before i ever wanted to read this comprehensive anthology on art, i began with a pile of all the nancy drew mysteries i could get my hands on from the library when i was 9.) hmmm. i don't know.
an interesting exercise could be to fill in the blanks. "i was ____ years old when i happened on a novel called ______, and within six months i had read ever other book by the writer known as _______." what made you want to start reading?