My sister told me to read (among other things) A Wrinkle in Time, Johnny Tremain, and The Saturdays. My brother got me to read The Crucible, when I was a little older.
My mother. She was always encouraging me to read. She only gets half-credit though, because she was a teacher. She was always pushing someone/everyone to read.
She did instill the love of it in me, though.
Heck yeah! My sister introduced me to the “Anthony Villiers” novels by Alexei Panshin, and I’ve blessed her for this ever since.
(I introduced her to “The Inquiries of Doctor Eszterhazy” by Avram Davidson, and she considers the debt very well repaid.)
Mom was a school librarian, so…yeah.
Nope. I stumbled upon most of it all by myself. The first thing I remember anyone recommending to me were the Narnia books when I was in 7th grade. I had become friends with a guy who’s parents had just started him on them; he and I and another friend all pretty much read them together and continued that kind of round-robin/concurrent reading for years. The funny thing was that I had read Tolkien’s stuff years before this; they heard me talking about LOTR and said “that sounds like these Lion books we’re reading”. I had also just gotten the D&D books and the Basic Set was available locally not long after, so we also became gamers. Good times!
Both of my parents always encouraged me to read, not that they had to. But they left the choice of books to me.
When I was a kid, the only encouragement I needed was to put me and the book in the same house. I’m sure my mom and sister did give me some recommendations, but they were redundant.
As an adult, though, it was my mom who introduced me to the Harry Potter books.
When I was getting ready to fly home from Anchorage, I was looking for something to read on the plane. My sister handed me Lonesome Dove. “Nah,” I said. “I don’t like westerns.” She said “Trust me, you will NOT be able to put it down.” She was right. It’s one of the best books I ever read.
My mother definitely. I know I can credit her with Narnia, Lord of the Rings, the Chronicles of Thomas Covenant and the Wrinkle in Time series. She died when I was in my teens, otherwise I expect the list would be a lot longer. However, she didn’t have to do very much recommending because I pretty much ready anything I could find.
My father was mostly annoyed that I spent so much time reading.
if I was reading the kids version of something I had a relative that would find the adult version of it for me … I don’t think she was even related just one of my uncles many girlfriends that liked to hang around
When I read encyclopedia brown she handed me dash hammet and Sherlock holmes or id be reading some4 kid book about pirates shed go find treasure island …
And because they tended to be huge hooks wed trade all the trashy female “family” sagas back and forth
one book was about this rich lady whos wealth came from the 5 or 6 husbands her mom had over the years and she liked this poor guy in school and they spent 25 years getting together and breaking up marring other people ect before finally getting together …stuff like that
But my mom was rather simple and unless it was straight out porn "chained wives in heat " ect no one really said much about what I was reading (and yes I had 3 or 4 of those … hidden away in a wall … )
Mom taught me to read by age three.
She used Archie Comics & collections of Pogo Comics strips from the newspaper.
Dick & Jane bored the fiddle-dee-dee out of me.
Some of my favorite memories are of reading a bunch of books called The Children’s Hour, I think, twelve big, red volumes of short stories. I literally read those books until the covers were falling off.
I’m getting teary-eyed here.
I didn’t get specific books mentioned but I got whatever books I asked for, which is cool. I didn’t have a very big allowance as a kid, and I spent a lot of it on paperbacks.
My Dad gave me my first copy of Lord of the Rings. My brother introduced me to 2000AD - and Nietzsche!
My mother was a huge fan of Ed McBain. I’m pretty sure the first adult book I read was The Pusher, one of his early mysteries.
Only by having the books there. I didn’t need encouragement to read, but no one pushed me to read anything in particular.
Even when I was little, my Dad was always pushing me to read serious adult-oriented literature, rather than kiddie lit. If he saw me reading an Encyclopedia Brown book, he’d say, “You like mysteries? Here, read this instead,” then hand me something by Poe, Doyle or Chesterton.
I’m a mom, so I’m answering from the other side. 
Last year, my son was seven, in third grade, and his reading didn’t go well.
Then his father and I discovered a ( to us, at least) new genre of books. Examples are the Diary of a Wimpy Kid Series, and the Treehouse series by Andy Griffiths.. These series have about as much text as illustrations, and are very, very funny. They are fat books, too, so even while there not much text on a page, the whole book takes a serious amount of reading.
Our kid LOVED both series. He devoured several books of each series in the past year. His reading level went from below second grade to sixth grade in one year. He now buys the books with his own birthday money.
Highly recommended !
My mother and I used to share novels- sometimes she’d recommend it, sometimes I would. The relative who recommended novels to me the most was probably my cousin, who got me interested in a lot of good Arthurian novels (Mary Stewart’s most particularly) and Alexander the Great novels (Mary Renault’s most particularly).
I got a box of books from my grandparents for Christmas when I was ten. One of them was Gone With the Wind. I read it within a couple of days and immediately turned back to page one and started again. “Scarlett O’Hara was not beautiful…” I’ve read it a jillion times since.
I turned my kids on to a lot of good books. One instance that stands out was a day when my daughter was young and getting on my nerves because she was bored. I gave her my copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone and told her to read just the first ten pages. All things Harry Potter became sacred to her that day. 