I think the first true novel I read was “The Exorcist” by William Peter Blatty in ’73 or ’74. I remember the movie had just come out and people were freaking out. My parents said I was too young to read it, so I begged a teenager at church to loan me a copy just for Sunday afternoon. I sat down and read the whole thing in about 3 1/2 hours. Mom caught me and grounded me (I would have been 11 or so) for a week, but I still think it was worth it.
I also remember getting in trouble alot because Mom or Dad would catch me reading in bed under the covers with a flashlight after bedtime. I got better at hearing them coming before I could hide the flashlight and book, but I still think it was worth it.