I will have to look up some of Burchell's work, Raq. She sounds intriguing.

I was just reminded rather sharply that the best class in how to write a tortured, turgid, painfully subjectve and bloated novel was the brief fling I had with Frances Parkinson Keyes.

Hodge is a very '70s writer, re: heroes rescuing heroines etc., and at the age of 48 I'm remembering her "middle-aged" mid-30s heroine in one book with amusement. Her big focus is the Napoleonic era, especially in Portugal, but she also has modern stuff.

One of my favorite books is a recent one. She'd started a book several years ago, and it was typical of the rest. She never finished it at the time, and she picked it up again in the late '90s. Instead of picking up the original story line, she projected it forwards, showing what happened to our hero and heroine and adding some very modern twists to the plot. I wish I could remember the title.

Daybreak 2250 AD was my maiden voyage

And mine! Well, either that or The Stars Are Ours. I loved them both.

I blame my oldest brother, who had quite an SF collection, and I read just about everything he had, including some really dubious stuff (Jack Chalker? John Norman? Ewww). But also a bunch of heroic fantasy, like McCaffrey and Katherine Kurtz and all that mid-70s fantasy when the field really took off.

Still, I think Andre Norton changed a lot of lives.

I can't really say what started me on it, given how much of, well, EVERYTHING I read as a child, but I think the first real fantasy/scifi adult stuff I owned was a gift from a friend for a birthday (5th or 6th grade?). I have no idea how or why she got it for me, or whether she even picked it--she wasn't one of my geekier/closer friends, but she gave me the Anne McCaffrey Dragonsong/Dragonsinger/Dragondrums trilogy. I still have those copies, all beat to hell, after a million and one re-readings.

(And though she and I lost touch for a few years after that, we became friends again in high school, better friends, and I went to her wedding last year! ...but for all that she's a doctor, she's still not really a geek)

My mother picked up the picture book of the LotR cartoon movie when I was, er, about seven, and I read it with fascination...and then got to the end, and was all OMGWTFNoEnding!!!??? Because of course the cartoon only covers FotR and part of TTT.

Much distress Chez Jay

I got hold of copies of the three real books and then was busy reading them from aged 8 to 9. Slooooowly, with zillions of other books interspersed in between.

I was always more into fantasy than hard SF, for which I blame JRRT. I read The Hobbit when I was ten or eleven - wrong order to do it, but there you are.

I still remember the moment of !!!!! when I ventured away from the kidlit shelves in the bookshop and stumbled across a whole SECTION of books that were Fay-friendly in the grownup section, and looking up wide-eyed to find the heading 'Science Fiction'. That was when I discovered the existence of Genre as a specific entity, and fell upon it with arms outstretched in joy.

I honestly think my love of fantasy/mystery/adventure/historical AU came from very early exposure to the works of Carl Barks. My dad read me his old Donald Duck and Uncle Scrooge comics when I was a wee thing.

I've enjoyed reading this thread, and have been nodding like a bobblehead upon seeing many of the names. I'd almost forgotten about Barbara Michaels - I'd stumbled across one of her books in the library and plowed through as many as I could find.

Say, has anyone here read Rebecca, by Du Maurier? Does it really end with the De Winters coming upon Manderley in flames or did I just get a book that's missing the last few pages? It doesn't really need more to resolve the plot, but it did seem kind of abrupt.

Yep, that's the end.

Huh. OK, thanks, flea.

I first read sci-fi when I was...5 or 6. Elementary school library had a copy of "Star Beast" by Heinlein. One of his YA type books, but I was hooked.

Funny, thinking about it, as I can't stand Heinlein now.