Nods, I've always loved to read myself. My first grade report indicates that I always had my face in a book. I was a bit language delayed by a year or so but I caught up with my hearing peers by the time the time I was mainstreamed. I recall trying to read Alfred Hicthock's "Three Investagors and The Mystery Of The Screaming Clock"in the second grade and giving up on it in the second grade. I was amazed at how much easier it was to read when I retread it in the fourth grade.
I remember having an agurement with my father over Richard Adam's "Watership Down." for two reasons: I'm a very fast reader; he thought I should slow down as it was hard for him to realize that some people really can read that fast and second, he thought the book would be too hard for me. He wanted me to try something easier. Pffft! I was in the fifth grade at the time.